We planned a huge network of tunnels under the forest floor. And our first order of business every morning was to decide on our new password for the day. Sometimes we’d steal a chicken or a bunch of corn or some melons from a melon patch. Mostly though we just lay on our backs and starred at the clouds. And sometimes it was like being in a big marble hall, the way we talked in low voices and heared the tiniest sound.
Freitag 6. Mai
2011
18h im
Stadtparkp
avillon
Im Rahmen von Synaptic Driver
der Performance- und Happeningreihe des Donaufestivals Krems
kuratiert von Amer Abbas und Barbara Pflanzer
