How do you navigate in a noisy world when your own words are drowned in chaos? When time disintegrates into tiny noises? How to ground yourself, how to gain a firm footing when retreating into the crown of an old tree promises protection and at the same time kindles longing? When the light falling through the stained glass of the porch evokes memories of grandparents' houses and summer days gone by, but also the dull roar of sleepless moonlit nights?

Jule Weber, (*1993) multi-award-winning spoken word poet, presents her poetry debut "Ich zeichne meinen Standort auf die Haut" on this evening. The texts open up haunting and at the same time fragile visual worlds: Memories of childhood and origins mingle with observations of world events, quiet questions about belonging with loud moments of resistance. In poetic images, a cartography of the unspoken emerges: of areas of entered silence, coagulated time and moments that are often overlooked in everyday life.