It is opening night, and a combination of circus, dance and activism will be presented for a crammed lounge. We are three people in the midst of the excited crowd. Even a minister is in place, and a broad-shouldered man with the earpiece of the phone stands with serious expression and looking out over the lounge, when all the others have set themselves.
– a Bit silly that you take who is the security guard, says my one company.
You need to have an eye on their surroundings, I think to myself and look around me. I don't want to end up like Lincoln. Behind me sits a little girl who looks to be nine years and someone who I'm guessing is her mother.
and it is fun to see a new performance. A person moving in has moved to centre stage and turn the body to the obvious awkward positions at the same time as your speakers play a shattering sound.
It is interesting and scary at the same time. Behind me wondering nioåringen what is happening in the scene, and the woman next to her explains with a low voice. The declaration lasts for a long time. I hope that she says that it is a democratically structured performance in which the collective together decided the content and that it allowed the participants to feel a sense of participation. I wish she had explained a little higher, for I understand not what happens on stage.
Then start a dancers speak English and the woman behind us starts to translate into normal conversational tone.
but realize that I don't have anything against this. The child may now decide to become demonproducent in cirkusdansbranschen. And it may be needed.
In the pause, we stand in kaffekön. My company expressing their discontent with the loud pratandet:
I turned and gave her an angry glance, " says one.
"It's difficult to really soak up the atmosphere," says the other.
I had probably not dared to take so much place, I say. I had whispered to my child.
Then I look around me and discover that the loud woman standing right next to us, but without the child.
I had definitely had a security guard who had warned me. You have to have an eye on their surroundings.
Augustin Erba is the editor of DN Saturday and think about the moment in the lounge before a show, when all hope of an experience.
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