Peter Weiss Haus is as good as a squat; it houses a Litteraturhaus, whose office upstairs makes me instantly want to sit down to a desk and believe in the future of literature. Moreover, a special room for children's events, space for writing classes, the venue itself with a cathedral ceiling and beautiful energy, and a cafe that opened a week ago but already looks like someone wrote a novel sitting at the corner table.
The crowd is a good size, and youngest so far. Riikka's Finnish flows free from dream to waking life. I (the hermit) sit there happy as a clam as thunder breaks out; my band, already pretty great, now features Ukko. Aina's sentences turn and turn about and her eyes send questions. Satu doesn't stop to catch her breath but goes on with the intensity; she abides (Malinen). The meat fries well and Maria incorporates totally new kinds of arms. The sounds are loud and Matti has to run and shout, and boy, does he. Henriikka finds everyone with her eyes while the song plays, she's there. Eino's pauses in the end are not "just so", they're perfect for the anguish and fun. And, as always, Kaisa runs the projections with breathing precision.
We stay in the Café Marat, and Katinka Friese and a other good Rostock people stay with us. We like the place and what they are doing with it so much that we gravitate towards it, looking for each other, the next evening - after sea breeze and other types of rest. We have a favourite bar in Rostock. The next day a longish train will take us to Frankfurt.
Friday October 3rd, the
multiple trains to Graz. The hills at times look like visual puzzles;
they’re covered in green curly heads masquerading as trees. And a
river follows the tracks like a dolphin would follow a ship. The
mountains, when actual mountains, look small and cuddly suddenly as
the scale shifts to ”planet scale”.
We are in Austria.
We are taking advantage of the restaurant car. We find our hotel and
draw the lot of our rooms (more about this later).
But wait, the
Zeitgeist has come loose and it’s looking for a vessel! Oh no, it’s
in my stomach! (Pauliina signs off for 36 hours. Seven authors
perform for Austrians.)
Sunday, the 5th of
October; leaving Graz
5 a.m, I (Pauliina)
wake up to the sound of rain coming in from the window, no, through
the roof. Henriikka tells me to simply shut the window, but it’s
not raining. Wet seams appear all over the ceiling and water seeps
through, then it starts dripping from the ceiling lamp! I place
buckets and towels on the floor, Henriikka calls the management, we
sleep on. Above, our friends sleep as the water rises. A laptop
floats on its absorbing second skin and survives. Absurdity has
apparently blocked the pipes!
I’ve got my legs
again. We enjoy bits of Graz such as breakfast, the Castle Hill, art
museum and jogging river. There is the aftermath of a flood, which
will last us for a conversation topic for quite a while.
But we move on. We
fly to Berlin, where there are rooms waiting for us in Literarisches
Colloquium Berlin, with a view through scaffolding towards Wannsee.
Monday, the 6th
of October; Berlin
LCB is known for drawing a good crowd for readings. And our directors
are in town. They’ll see the show and give feedback, and the degree
of solidification of the individual performances into a whole will
become visible to us. We build the stage and set everything ready and
then disperse into the most spacious city in Europe.
The crowd is
good. Some old friends to be seen: there’s David Wagner just a
little bit late settling on the second row. Suvi Wartiovaara from Finnland Institut; Anne Mäkelä who swished back and forth with
language when Henriikka and Kerstin Preiwuss translated each other for
Verschmuggel. Very happy to perform for them and everyone else.
I can feel a slight disturbance in my concentration. Maybe it’s
just having passed the midpoint, or the
awareness of our keen-eyed directors, or maybe we’ve just come to
set the standard high. The temperature of the portable stove still
needs adjusting: this time, it starts out slow, hardly sizzling, but
then the meat starts to cook with a sound that, amplified, resembles
the ominous motor of Matti’s sound art for the dance. Lucky
We do good, and hear
appreciative voices afterwards. (Max Reinhardt Approved!) Akse and
Ami gather us around and we talk (we’re even more hungry for talk
with them than we are for the soup that is set up in the next room by
our hosts). Valuable points and encouragement.
Thank you Ami Karvonen and Akse Petterson, and thank you LCB!
Then everyone gets
soup and wine. The night turns to morning. We drink and talk and oh,
we understand everything.
think it is easier to travel with 9 people doing their best to take care of
things than when travelling alone. Well, it is not. Much gratitude for a
coordinator. KÄYKÖ. SENKIN RÖYKKIÖ. No, nyt käy.
Basel, Switzerland. Through Frankfurt: the last remaining passengers are asked
to approach the gate. Gate is closing. Stop drinking complementary coffee.
challenge in Basel: find the entry to the right country, there are three
possibilities: Switzerland, France and Germany, or? ---
Guitar pedals, cable. Cooking plate. Metronome.
KÄSI PUTOAA. Frying pan. Amplifier.
Bikini. Kettle. Tram. Bus. Luggage. Walk to the river. Funny rabbits hovering
on top of the water. Jugendherberge. New York loft style kaboom.
in the rooms before the first rehearsal: we don’t have Swiss adapters. Swiss
adapters! Micro panic! We need electricity!
Basel: warm welcome. Very nice to arrive. Adapters organized, oranges, minced
meat, cups and plates, knife, a take away cup. Extension cords, tables. Chairs. All
accommodated, no problem. Phew.
Dog in the audience: check. (We told the dog there would be screaming in the
show. Dog: ok.)
Anticipation. Backstage. Last changes. Last positions. Premiere atmosphere.
excitement, applause, cabaret, no mistakes, a good atmosphere. A big relief and
a feeling of: so, IT HAS BEGUN. Let’s see where this trip takes us.
the first and a very long day:
Then: shower, 4 hours sleep, yoga, green tea, breakfast, everybody dance now.
Flock in time at the reception at 9.00.
Thanks to the
open-minded audience and our caring hosts:Kathrin Eckert, Marianne Bühler, Leena Maissen and everyone else.
“I told you
Stuttgart would be difficult”, Satu said.
A huge commercial Theaterhaus in Stuttgart
in bright red and black. A steaming crowd of hundreds of culture-hungry
theater-goers queuing in anticipation of neue
finnische Literatur. Right? Unfortunately, not quite the majority found
their way to T4. Some of our audience got disoriented because in the Stuttgarter Nachrichten the location was
said to be Literaturhaus. O well. Avant-garde looks not at numbers. TE
ETTE TIETENKÄÄN OLE ÄITINI, TEIDÄN EI TARVITSE KUUNNELLA TÄLLAISTA. Second performance: OK. Fire alarm
did not go off and the whole house was not evacuated. That was a definite plus.
T4 was very cosy and dramatic and
sounds were beautiful. Matti ate the hackfleisch with gusto. Much gratitude to
dinner. Riesling was excellent. Shower was ok. Riesling was excellent. VÄLIAIKAINEN TUNNELMA. Noise from the street.
Snoring. 3 hours sleep. Yoga, green tea. Breakfast. Flock almost in time...
Train. Destination: Zürich.
an excited audience, yes, you, Literaturhaus and Stephanie Stegman, Theaterhaus
and Wolfgang Marmulla.
again. This time pushing the suitcases from the station half a kilometer
towards the sky.Of course. Hotel
Leoneck and Restaurant Crazy Cow. Somewhere a cow is always laughing. And hey!
The first two free hours before the rehearsal and sound check. Meaning: sleep,
bath tub, shopping, eating, museum, exercise, internet, telephone calls, sushi,
Zürich, euro league football local team Zürich VS. Mönchengladbach. Riot
police, public urination, howling fans, what a lucky day.Bisous, kisses and Küsse all around! Because
you are thirsty for avant-garde!
secret roof terrasse for some, fetching of take-away cup (stage sounds!) for
others. Great view over the city towards the lake; many of us want to come and
check the city out later on a holiday. Matti wants to play rock’n roll; the
others are melting because the gig was great and the audience touched. DRIPPING
to have taken a life of its own. We don’t know where it is going and that’s ok.
dinner Santa Lucia quatro stagione pretty good I tell you.
the brilliant audience and to the hosts for the invitation and vivid
discussions:Gesa Schneider und Isabelle
bedtime: Safari Bar, bier, shower, terrace conversation, the opposite hotel
entrance: yellow-green flower-pots and flowers look like oversized microphones.
HÄNEN OLI TÄYTYNYT KULKEA KUIN
UNISSAKÄVELIJÄ, MUTTA HÄN OLI AIVAN HEREILLÄ. PÄHKÄHULLU, VAUHKO
night a POLTERGEIST-moment: an amplifier starts performing the routine on its
own without electricity and without signal. An alarm goes off 4 hours early in sync with the amplifier. The zeitgeist
cannot get enough of neue finnische
literatur, it seems. Someone sleeps with the lights on. NOLLA NOLLA NOLLA NOLLA NOLLA NOLLA NOLLA
NOLLA NOLLA 3.
breakfast in Crazy Cow, boiled eggs for the road. Descending back down from the
sky to the station.
day off…! – means: train, bus, train, train, Graz. KYSE EI OLE RANGAN ASENNOISTA VAAN SISÄÄNPÄIN PULLISTUNEISTA
HUOKAUKSISTA. Lots of peanuts, bananas, bread, bread, bread.
Mountains, rivers… we are in Austria. Rivers look like mineral water. MINÄ KERRON MIKÄ PITKÄ JUOKSU ON.