When I came home last night, the sensation of that interrupting flashlight still flickering in the space behind my eyes, I typed „Bergen singer musician“ into my Google search bar, only to find nothing; the person I was looking for had been forgotten and swallowed by history, like so many other voices and faces.
28 women* that were,
48 women* that were,
68 women* that were
violated, (un)identified, stressed, separated, raped, conquered, loved and killed – they was dead; no control; leaving us with a never ending scrolling story on the wall, their traces disappearing as history repeats itself over and over again, until we’re woken by that light.
Göksu Kunak a.k.a Gucci Chunk and composer Laure M. Hiendl created a memorial, a multilayered landscape, in which they transitioned between performative states, offering raki and olives, seeking rest and attention through shaking projections, presenting texts on hard facts and numbers (How many women and LGBTQI* members are missing? How many German weapons are sold to Turkey?), moving through musical night club scenes, choreographing fights (or was it a love scene?) and asking a bunch of questions.
Have you ever… have you ever…
There is neither front nor back, everything could happen everywhere, anytime, like memories, like history, (un)predictable and (un)believable and Bergen in the middle of it, burned and shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, in the middle of this ritual for all of them, to be remembered and named; you’re invited to enter that space again.