They did it again

It seemed like a last curtain (as you say in Germany). I was sitting on the A train and watched the last ‘I m in New York and everyone is gone nuts performance’. A heated discussion, a lot of swearing, a fistfight, serious aggression. But it was only one guy. One guy arguing with who? One guy swearing at who? One guy but fist fighting who? It was a sad and funny scene. He was really working it. Actually I was really scared, that he would end up hurting himself. Amazing too, how New Yorkers are able to just blend things like that out –bsssmmmp- it’s simply not there. I actually realized, just then, looking around me, I was the only one paying attention. 99% of the New Yorkers have their eyes closed, riding on the trains –using the long traveling time to take a perfectly nice nap. Me, I hate sleeping on the subway. I don’t like being watched while sleeping. But who would watch, once I close my eyes it would be a vast asleep train car. Sweet dreams, I guess.

New Hair, New Tattoo, New Life, New York

6 more days to go. 6 more days to go. I can t believe it. The time ran. And what s left? Looking back ‘coming here was the best thing I could have possibly done.’ Step back from my achievements and aims. Observe them, observe myself, the city. One creative boost after another. Weird incidents. I really felt like a magnet to weird incidents. Interfering with insane, average and very bright and challenging people –it all gave me a new perspective. And then a funny twist at the end. But only 6 more days to go. Problems like orthodox Jews and wrenches, or rather no wrenches. Brian once called me the sponge of the All Stars Project, because I sucked everything up in an enormous amount of time. Now I m ready to spit it all back out. The year of focus. I know where I want to be at the end of it. Sponge time is up. I feel like a ‘flitze Bogen’. But only 6 more days to go…This is a way to say thanks to everyone who was part of this: Thank you!

'Mit Helm sind wir unverwundbar'

SEE WHAT YOUR EARS CAN DO FOR OTHERS !!!!!

new york by bike is bewildering

The last couple of days, pang! I went to New Haven to see a city marked by decay -beautiful the old, rotten parking multi stories. Odd office buildings, looking like one of the inexperienced architecture students of Yale were allowed to try their luck. The model must have been out of toilet paper rolls. But the Campus itself, I was tricked into feeling very British, but hey might have been the weather, too. And then yesterday at eleven, the random idea to go biking through downtown Manhattan. Biking through Manhattan by night left a weird happiness but at the same time melancholy. Barely any cars, no people. My bike broke down twice, we had no wrench, then we did, left it locked to a fence anyways, afraid to totally break it, shared one bike, which was nice and cosy but scary too. Coming back from Hudson River we drove through the meatpacking district and drove into a scene that still spaces me out. Yellowish light, several huge trucks, a devastating smell and boxes, millions of them. Rows and rows of white smelly boxes. I immediately assumed fish. Trying to get out of this box jungle we drove into a dead end lane, at least for the bike, passing huge very grim looking men. When I wanted to squeeze through them a big guy stopped me shouting: ‘don’t , your boyfriend isn’t going to like that, when you’ll smell all like chicken at the party.’
Huh? Party, chicken, boyfriend? Chicken? CHICKEN? Sometimes I’m so glad to be a vegetarian.

‘Homeland Security sucks’ and ‘Spend, if you love your country’

I got a letter by the Homeland security. Are you a terrorist? Do you have connections to Al Quaida? Please hand in a medical test by either of the following doctors. Pay 150$, then we might extend your visa and no the fee is not refundable.
“huh?, thank you. I’ll leave the country and no don’t force me. I’ll be gone by the 27th and spend my money in a different country.” Weird thing, to come in contact with an organization called Homeland Security and at the same time, working on a theater piece with the exact same title. Funny how I find myself in a country with corrupt police forces, violent teenagers, drug problems and their concern seems to be German females in their 20th. Me who is not even earning but only spending money. As it says in one of my favorite songs ‘spend money if you love your country’. Funny too, how the play is concerned with the fact that they have money establish Homeland Security but their youth isn’t save. And funny, or rather ironically and sad how just before I applied for the visa extension a young man Sean Bell was shot. By accident, without having committed a crime, without carrying a gun, by a cop, on his wedding day. On his f***ing wedding day. I’m speechless.