Helmut Krausser

Haltestelle. Geister.
7 D, 8 H, St, 1 Dek
UA: 29.09.2000 · Deutsches Schauspielhaus, Hamburg · Directed by: Jan Bosse
We are at a bus stop in the middle of the night. A woman—late forties, dressed in hippie clothes—is sitting on a bench. A sneaker-wearing fellow in his mid-twenties sits next to her. "Are you waiting for the bus?" he says, and, ingenuously, begins to make a move on her.

But the woman, of course, is not waiting for the bus. Rather, she has been waiting for millions of years to return to her throne in a distant galaxy: she is Gracia Gala, Princess of the planet Tallulah! - she says, and over the course of the night inhales every now and then a Mickey cigar, scrounged up from Rico’s stocks.

Rico is a crazy dealer in rapper togs, waiting for his night clientele—just like Eva, Horsetale, and Conny, three dolled-up whores in search of prey.

A mysterious night of random encounters begins, one full of stories of human abominations and the naive hunt for happiness. And so all the characters wander through the city, perhaps longing for a bit of sex (perhaps with the "Princess" from the Internet), or simply on the hunt for a wife who disappeared nineteen years ago. There’s frustration and lust—and suddenly murder and manslaughter. And gradually the dead all appear again at the Haltestelle Geister.

What began as a fairy tale, full of images from soap opera, and offers us a parodic, trashy reality theater—does it ultimately become science fiction?