5 – 10 actors / different texts on precise ruptured book pages / public space in Freiburg i. Brsg. and Stuttgart / photos: Anette C. Halm / 2017

All actors – except for one – hold 48 sheets of precise ruptured book pages in their hands. Each bundle of paper sheets has printed text on it, except for one bundle of paper sheets. On this Simon Pfeffel wrote the word „ich“ by hand, overall 4.000 times.

The action

All actors who have a bundle of paper sheets in their hand, hold this bundle over their head and let it fall down behind them. What occurs is something like a field of language. Each actor then sits down in this field and grap one of the sheets. He/She reads the text written on this paper loudly. If he/she finishes reading one sheet, this person graps another sheet and continues reading until all sheets are collected.

The remained actor who had no bundle of paper sheets sits down in one of the other fields of papers. This person also starts to collect and read the texts loudly. So for a short time there are two actors in on field. After a while the actor, who stayed already longer in this field, leaves it and joins another reader. This action continues until all sheets are collected.


  • Printed texts: each page has 8 lines. Each line includes 8 columns. Each column consists of four lines with printed text, for example: „I walk, you stand, I remain, you leave“. „I“ and „You“ refer to the actor-observer-relationship while be read loudly. The verb mirrors the actual action of stranger passersby as well of the actors. Or it refers to what could presently happen. By mirroring an alldaily situation I want to open reflection-level of random passersby: Instead of asking „Why are you doing that?“ they´ll directly jump into the dialogue with the performers.
  • Handwritten text: One actor reads „ich“ repetitively. While doing this a psychological paradox occurs: when we are saying „I“ or „me“, we constitute us as a subject by defining the border between „me“ and „you“. But by repeating this word over and over again it looses it´s former sense: our subjectivity starts to disappear at the same time.