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Kafka on a car cemetery
© Rob Savelberg 2004
,,Do you want to take part in a small documentary about you between crashed cars?'',
Tamas asked me.
I replied: ,,Sure, but what exactly do you want to film?''
,,That doesn't matter Rob. It is about you in a surfseat'', Tamas answered.
I didn't understand a thing. Why did Tamas want to film me? What did he want to film and was there any concept? The only thing he asked me was to improvise.
Somewhere in a deserted no go area in East-Berlin: The owner of the car- cemetery didn't had a clue what these foreign artists really wanted, but he hadn't anything against it. Between the crashed cars, nothing could be damaged anyway, he must have thought.
During the grey day, the customers of the car-cemetery were over- whelmed by the acts of a strange person in some black wetsuit with a giant ,,R'' on his breast, jumping from car to car, rapping with pitbulls, crying, crashing, playing air guitarre or reciting jazz poems with a pink umbrella to an uncertain public.
It was a very strange, almost bizarre site, between electricity masts, deserted industrial companies and the small commercial car business. To performe in the middle of nowhere, as a flying dutch man, carefully watched by three ungarian cameramen and fotographers and with just a wild card or better said: a card blanche to show the least expected. Kafka on a car cemetery. What happened here was totally absurd, unreal, unpredictabel, unguarded, undirected and unexpected. All human emo- tions joined each other during the three hours of the performance: ath- letic acrobatic acts, laughing like Monty Python, crying like a kid, raging like in Raging Bull, shadowboxing, fucking the back of a red japanese car (ultimative act of carfuck), playing the bonvivant und the dandy, reciting texts from the famous Rotterdam Jules Deelder, jumping on cars on the sound of Ice T's Bodycount.
In normal daily life people normally act very adapted. Here with Kafka on the car cemetery everything was possible: Sex & violence, innocence & intelligence all mixed up to an ecclectic, excentric, extravert, excessive and exciting Gesamtkunstwerk. Enjoy the result.