In the organizer's words:
Today the water is warm, today it can't hurt, quickly over to the bathroom, today I'm going for a swim! Thought. Done? Or easier thought than done when you first have to answer the question of what a bathtub has in common with pantyhose? This airy short story by Cologne's only theater that can fly is wonderfully absurd. Everything - including the actors - revolves around a bathtub. Standing in the middle of a street. From flesh-colored tights in XS to Madagascar and back to lime - and the bathwater is always dripping. What cannot be told by other means is told. Because in the flying theater, the horizontal and the vertical are reversed and fool the eye until literally everything is upside down. Except for the bathtub? This content has been machine translated.