"My need is terrible. I am broken. I need life."
We all need life, but then there comes a knife.
We need a life, but then we get a death.
It stalks us with its old insidious breath.
No one can see it, no one sees its face.
Its savage grimace has no shape, no grace.
How long do we think home and hearth will last?
How long will the sealed document be passed?
How long do brothers share their inheritance?
How long will rivers rise and swell to the dance
of dragonflies with their eyes turned to the sun?
But no one really sees the sun, not one.
From: Morgan, E. (2005). The play of Gilgamesh. Manchester: Carcanet.
The mindmap is discussed at the table. Iyas is drawing the borders of Turkey, Syria and Irak. The creation and discussion of a map will be part of UTC 7 hours parallel performances.
Stefan and Stefanie, Iyas and Omar: greeting rituals exercise. In the background barbara and the anthropologist Dr. Katarzyna Puzon from Humboldt-Universität.











