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We are collectors and keepers
fascinated by the fragility of "memory". 

We hear their voices,

see vaguely their mouths, then their heads but can't make out the words. 
Back then, when we were children,

we should have been thinking about something else, dreaming. What they were saying... kept falling on deaf ears.

After a long, hard winter. 
The final spring clean. 
Before making anything new, we have to complete the task that the space has given us. 
It looks like we're missing a brick short of a load, but that's the excitement of playing.

We ask for your support. 

Would you like to join us? 

impressions

f... all those perfect people
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'Intruding into artists' space,
One is thrust into culture's embrace.
The artist chief, with firm decree,
Says, "Now write a poem for me."
So you wish it, so it shall be,
Receive this rhyme, my gift, with glee.'

It's our nature that's for sure.

Throwing stones at windows.

Throwing stones at windows. 

Oh, you should do that. 

So that's one of the most important skills in my life. 

My culture. 

I'm very proud of it, when you go to the center of the demonstration... 

Hitting through the sounds and the head of the first line. 

That's why we have that. 

The front line of our own demonstration. 

İt's our culture. 

It is what we do. 

What we do? 

We are throwing stones at ourselves. 

We are throwing stones at our people. 

And did they throw stones at you?

No.

would you like to try to play all impressions at the same time?

fragments

I didn't flee the GDR, nor did my family.

The GDR ceased to exist for us overnight.

And then it was another country, a completely different country.

I couldn't say that GDR was an oppressive regime.

I was a child.

I was 11 when the wall came down, I had a structured life.

With the opening of the Wall, the government lost almost all its influence 

and simply had to get through the next few days and months. 

For the schoolboy that I was, there were already possibilities for control of the pioneer organizations we all joined as children.

All this, these systems of punishment, disappeared practically overnight. At the age of 10 or 11, we were free and uncontrollable little children. The GDR teachers could no longer control us, so to speak.

It's hard to keep control when 30 children of 10 or 11 say they're free now, they're going to do what they want, and you can't tell them anything. No blackboard, no reprimands, no expulsions because nothing existed.

your creation

Send us a piece of art that is born from your inspiration. It can be anything from a quick drawing, to a text, or a short audio/video, or a song. Anything you fancy.

Thank you.

Creations will be used during this project and will be visible in our encounterlab channels. 

(info AT encounterlab.com)

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