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[\/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space height=”50px”][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row row_type=”row” use_row_as_full_screen_section=”no” type=”full_width” text_align=”left” background_animation=”none” css_animation=””][vc_column][vc_column_text]Home – now what, what will it become<\/strong>?<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n I tried. <\/p>\n Now I have to go on an unknown path. In twirling rituals. I spiral out of, away from what I know. The circle things is because it sounds good and gives a sense of meaning. I have to find my way home.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row row_type=”row” use_row_as_full_screen_section=”no” type=”full_width” text_align=”left” background_animation=”none” css_animation=””][vc_column][vc_column_text]<\/p>\n [vc_separator type=’normal’ position=’center’ color=” border_style=” thickness=” up=” down=”]<\/p>\n 16.00 h<\/p>\n
\nBringing us closer together, making us feel what it is like to be another human being.
\nTo commemorate our childhood and the important thing that happened.
\nTo remember.
\nWe sat close together and sang.
\nWe were playing that you had been hurt and the others were going to save you. Or, no, I was hurt and you had to help me. You were sick and you had to be looked after. You got a bucket and a hand on the forehead. We jumped around in a big pile of clothes. We threw our clothes up in the air.
\nWe built a shelter of tarpaulin, a broom and mattresses. We got a pack of biscuits and a life jacket.
\nWe lived as in the beginning with bonfires and riddled rituals to keep the questions in check. To control the desire for power and the struggle for the word, leadership, governance.
\nWe gathered in a kitchen backdrop with potatoes and peeler knives. We were many in the small room. Party party party party, I said in the door, and we peeled potatoes and stood along the walls. Crawling around under the table.
\nI was good at creating opportunities and spaces, spatial poems that could open gates to the important.
\nI gathered and built a huge mountain of stuff.
\nI built corridors and spaces. There you and I and the others could crawl in and back. A backward movement into an early darkness.
\nI put you and the others in front of sewing machines and you produced fringes. Afterwards, you slept 20 people on 4 damp mattresses. Sank deep into the ground, nauseating air and chest pressure.
\nI made demonstrations or approaches to demonstrations that seemed important and seemed to be good for everyone. I tried.<\/p>\nDOCUMENTATION JUNE 12<\/strong><\/h2>\n
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