BERLIN (GER) 2014
During a finissage at the project space General Public I tell the following story. „I was going for a hicking trip on the Spanish island Mallorca. In the Tramontana Mountains my friend an me were walking for hours on a beautiful trail on an old aqueduct which earlier brought the water into the valleys. Many red signs painted on the rocks were leading us through this scenic landscape. Finally the trail ended on the edge of a 50 meters rockface. My friend decided to climb down the steep and unattached rocks. I follewed her without having any kind of experiences in climbing. At some point I ended up hanging on the edge of a steep, around 20 meter deep rock.” Every time when I remember and tell this story, my hands become sweaty. I touch the listeners hands with my sweaty palms.