Rainald Grebe

In the organizer's words:

Rainald Grebe falls into a time warp and follows a pink rabbit. It looks very young. He's still sitting at the piano. The seventh solo -tick tick- the eighth wonder of the world- tick- the third teeth- tick- that I can still experience this, and the groundhog greets me forever, time loop, time changeover, time for bread, I'm ancient, I'm now receiving prizes for my life's work, I was just a newcomer, I'm me, I'm me: 52/ 14/ 95, please tick- tick- but you're as old as you feel- tick- I feel like 102 -tick- but look younger- tick- I got deathly ill had strokes and walked on the rollator, the fine cash register frame- tick- and rolled through Berlin/ through Brandenburg/ through the eternal hunting grounds, and thought I'd die before my parents, sometimes I think I'm already dead, I take another quick look at the earth, a visitor, and see what people are up to - tick- the young people - tick- are now in the majority - tick- they call me by my first name. What generation am I? Generation 27 68 89? X y z? I'm Generation Simultaneous, Generation Puree, Generation Just Visiting. I'm still here. And still want to stay. I try everything to look young in self-experimentation, I want to belong to the advertising-relevant target group of 13-79. I go to the cosmetic surgeon, to cryotherapy, lose weight lying down, have large areas of fat cells destroyed with high voltage current, I boil soap from my bum, I set off on the path to eternal youth. When I see you, I'm wearing diapers and have porridge on my cheek. My funeral in the delivery room.

Price information:

32€ plus fees