He runs into her on the street in the evening after work, it’s already dark and it’s raining. She starts crying suddenly, and he asks her if he can help her; after all, they know each other from way back – even if they haven’t had anything to do with each other for a long time.
Friends from way back – and back then, nothing mattered: background, money, school, parents. Religion. Skin colour. They got drunk together at night at the bus stop. They had the same tattoos. And then: studying classical languages. Studying history. Getting married, having kids.
Or looking for work without finding it. Today one of them is a head mistress, the other sells cars, and one sits at the checkout in a supermarket. The city is pretty big, but sometimes you do cross paths. It’s been a long time.
You look good.
Do you think so? I don’t.
It’s raining, and he takes the crying woman to her apartment, it’s still the old apartment, the apartment that her parents lived in. A corridor painted green. Poor people.
And later, his wife asks him: Is everything ok? Yes, he tells her, but from this day on, nothing is ok anymore, nothing.
Das schwarze Wasser
Auftragsarbeit für das Nationaltheater Mannheim im Rahmen der Frankfurter Positionen
3 D, 3 H
UA: 10.01.2015 · Nationaltheater Mannheim · Directed by: Burkhard C. Kosminski
Translated into: Swedish