Alexander Hempel, Regina (template), DIN A6
since our last meeting in the features section has passed some time. I have the printed photo of you immediately pulled out carefully, as certain as the flag of memory of this moment, which brought me to a nearly forgotten abyss. You must know that I have lost the ability to cry for some reason in the young. Perhaps the idea of what to do with the finiteness of the universe, what is known to be infinite, even probably, is proliferating and makes us so wonderful subjects appear puny. I was aged around eleven as I came up this idea. Initially plagued by Tagesalbträumen and reported a fear of his own death, now smeared a layer of worries and sexuality experienced the difference between me and what I knew from then on as the world. Previously, both were yes, the world and subject, congruent with each other. In defense of the subject I am separating them since then, with some attempt to assert myself in this world so far that they feel reasonably own. At the same time I developed a now mature compulsion to control, the pursuit of Autononmie (self determination) and a defensive attitude for me they have placed in write-ups, whereas me a career in the civil employees milieu to date in some way was that not in turn means that I could escape it as it were the lower middle class. Our or rather my encounter with your figure, which was created two years before their deportation broke, for a moment the layer, which protects me from the woods, just from Sun To personally thank you for it would be grotesque. So please understand that you do not exhibition devoted to it as such. I've only been wrong in the mirror and made the pictures more to give betrayed by my vanity as a look into the depth of the moment.
A.: "Do you like mashed chicken legs in your pork soup?"
T.: "No thank you, but i like to eat my soup with da fork instead of spoon. Slow food, you know?"
T.: "Whats your name, where you coming from?"
A.: "I am from Open Poland and my name doesn't matter."
T.: "Uh Ah, Eastern Europe interesting, very interesting, my name is Auschwitz too, um Treblinka."
On the other side of the line, a belly flop is formed.
A T.: "Can you hear me?..." Echo Echo BAD LINE NOISE
T.: "Do you like your cell phone charger in the car cigarette lighter?"
A.: "I like what?"
T.: "Oh, Ho! Are you proud to be an european asshole, driving off road vehicles on road?"
A.: "Beaverette Jack, why not?"
T.: "Whats with the soup?"
A.: "Come promptly, with a belly flop and cream, Ready for World War Three!"
T.: "Ha ha ha, Steady age. Serve out that funky soup!"
Music for The dinner: Bobby Breen "Sometimes i feel like a motherless child"
A.: "Hey, you there, turn the music off!"
A. gives to the surprise of all present a government statement.
The audience find it kind of funny. A young woman calls out "Boring!"
T. fished a chicken leg out of the soup and throw it to the audience.
Auschwitz, gimme the gun! Time for a climactic scene."
A.: "I dont like climactic scenes! And dont call me Auschwitz!"