Plays
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Learning to swim
Lil: Feli. Hey, Feli. I was standing underneath your window earlier today. This is going to be embarrassing, but you know how I am: if something comes into my head, I have to say it. So here goes. I was standing underneath your window. I wanted to say hello. To the door. Not to you.…
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The Aristocrats
Sasha: Look down. Shura: I’m scared of falling. Sasha: God would catch you. Shura: Don’t be mean. Sasha: No, he would, you know. Shura: You scare me a bit when you’re like that. Sasha: Aren’t you a believer? Shura: To be honest, God’s the last thing I want to talk about just now. Sasha: Why…
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Birthmarks windows blue
Extract Ljöscha Talking about. Looking for a dad. What exactly do you look for? Place some ads. Get some photos copied and write WANTED on them in green marker pen. Or draw a picture: eyes, nose, mouth and big fat balls. I DON’T HAVE ANY PHOTOS. When I ask mum, she gets angry. When I…
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© Esra Rotthoff From Meteorites
Roy Europa, Europa, Europa. Where was Europa before she turned into the cunt that we know her as today? The dry, vindictive cunt that she is today, where did she come from? Turkey. That’s where she was before she was abducted to Crete. And she wasn’t always a cunt. Our good friend Europa used to be a traveller, above…
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Beg your pardon
1. (In His office. There are bottles of water with his face on them on the conference table. He is a well-dressed man in his mid-fifties. We can’t see Him; he’s sitting with his back to us. Thea is sitting opposite him, with the table hiding her belly. On a large screen behind Thea, we…
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you only die once
You sit down next to her, squint at the screen of her phone, shaky camera images of a city in ruins. Everything’s covered in sand, as if the city were desert. Tanks roll along the streets, children in torn clothes run towards the camera, and front right a man in jeans and a T-shirt is…
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Foto: Arno Declair / Quelle: deutschestheater.de Mameloschn Mother Tongue
Clara: Turn the music off. Rahel: Why? Clara: Turn the music off. Rahel: We like it. Lin: Rahel, can you please turn the music off. Clara: What a shame the GDR doesn’t exist any more, or the two of you could go back there and set up your own little Jewish choir. Lin: You used…