THE PROVOCATEUR calls to action. He will show up in numerous European cities and will stop by in Dresden to serve a personal wakeup call. Stop for a minute and feel the bad taste in the mouth.
You will find THE PROVOCATEUR in a cage at a central spot in the city yelling at passersby – and it is accepted to give back in return.
Concept, direction CHRISTIAN LOLLIKE Scenography PALLE STEEN CHRISTENSEN Texts CHRISTIAN LOLLIKE, MARTIN RØRTOFT, KARL MARX, GANDHI, BONO among others Co-production with FESTSPILLENE I BERGEN (NO), DRAMATEN& (SE), AARHUS FESTUGE (DK), STAATSSCHAUSPIEL DRESDEN (DE), SORT/HVID (DK)
The Provocateur 08.10.2015Decapitation of Merkel
I was in Dresden to challenge the city’s population. Especially their attitudes and feelings about the Pegida movement – a steadily growing nationalist movement, which every Monday march through the streets of Dresden with the banner “Merkel nach Siberia – Putin nach Berlin” and “Wir wollen kein Asyltheilnehmern”.
In Dresden I succeeded to strike the very core of the population in Dresden people and to challenge the seemingly apathetic attitude. A great amount of many different parts of the population was constantly standing in front of the installation, voting for or against the decapitation of Merkel and screamed with the neo-Nazi slogans.
The Provocateur 28.09.2015We are all Pegida
Ich bin du, Dresden und du bist kein Berliner!
I looked at you from my cage, your sealed mouths, deafening silence. What do you say Dresden, when more than 5,000 people tramp in the streets Monday after Monday? What do you reply when 5000 shouts: Wir wollen keine Asylanteilnehemern. Lugenpresse. Merkel nach Siberien – Putin nach Berlin?
Is silence an answer? You hide behind your mobile phones, your shopping carts, and your latest self-realization project, while they burn down the refugee camps, until the smoke of burning flesh rips the lungs, and reminds us of the good old days.
I saw a sign saying “Merkel two go to the Gulag.”
That is where people die. “Should she die?” I asked from the cage on the square in front of Altmarkt. A woman screamed, I have a knife, I will kill her. “Do you want to do that?” I asked. “Why?” Because I hate Germany. “Why do you hate Germany?” Because Germany is potatoes and silence.
I scream from the cage. I scream until you scream. Until then, we are all Pegida. With love. Me who is you. And you.