David Lindemann

Koala Lumpur
1 D, 4 H, 1 Dek
UA: 19.12.2003 · Schauspielhaus Bochum · Directed by: Wilfried Minks
September 17, 2001. There’s a solitary tent outside of New York City. In the tent, there’s secretary Mrs. Schmidt and her intern Max. The rain has been falling for days, incessantly. Their meeting didn’t take place; unfortunately, an assassination got in the way. But Mrs. Schmidt has high goals: she wants to get to the platform of the WTC. If only the rain would stop. And so they wait for the good weather, in a twisted tent in a confused world. Communication hacks, stifles, cramps, clogs and flows. The recognition of the horror is only on her periphery; she sees herself first and in the center. "Beware of the tiger, that's me!", Mrs. Schmidt hisses at two Asians. And after the WTC, we will bomb Disneyland, she announces, giggling. But nobody is interested in joking at a time like this. What is said takes its toll. Again and again.

"The people in David Lindemann's play speak formally to each other; and even if they didn’t they would hardly have a close relationship to each other. In his text, the dramatist holds the characters pointedly against the limelight, and lo and behold, a few well-disposed ancestors are slumbering within them. We find old stage comrades like Vladimir and Estragon, but also a considerable quantity of young contemporaries and street acquaintances. This creates a wonderful piece to play, which is in itself a sort of sequel: a sequel to the eleventh of September, a sequel to our great heroes, and at the same time, in an original and successful way - a game of words." (Theater heute)