Abandoned sleeping pads, rusty camping chairs, plastic trash. An athletic mountaineer in bright technical clothing, a talkative scientist, and a barefoot prophet with a dreamy gaze.
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And suddenly it rings out: the primeval voice of Brandenburg’s highest, most mythical peak.
For their cheeky, queer-feminist satire on the “lonely mountain hiker,” a diverse collective of performers erects a room-filling pop-up mountain. They counter the imperialist conquest fantasies of the “bros” of this world with a humorous, tender, and empowering alternative.
The audience is immersed in fluid conceptions of mountain, tree, bacterium, wind, animal, and human. They are invited to become part of a self-cultivated ecosystem of material and sound and to explore fluid connections between artificial and natural matter, as well as more-than-human collaborations.
