A short experimental play
Carmengheorghe.com is a curated project, based on the idea of cultural import/export from Romania. Their current offering is a unique selection of Romanian masks crossbreed with spiritual semantics. Masketas intervenes into this cosmos with an instant play: following the masks into their current homes in Berlin, the travelogue reveals a twisted contemporary fusion between performance and folklore preciosa.
INTERIOR LIVING ROOM
11:30: Mia and Gica are both on their laptops. Coffee glasses, light brown foam lining, the light falls softly through the shades.
MIA: So what would the abbreviation be? EW? Extra works?
GICA: You think we should add a category?
MIA: Yeah for all the loose works that don’t quite fit, that front page, the colophon.
GICA: The Roman lettering, that lamp that was not a part of the series, let me email them and see if they can add a category for us.
Mia gets up to refill the tea.
MIA: Did it ever work though? The only couples I know that work, work like companies.
GICA: I mean they were together for eighteen years right, for eighteen years, and then bang she walks out, he doesn’t even find her, she just leaves one day to the next.
MIA: Fă Doamne fereastra ușă!! Did you know that cock in Romanian is female!
MIA: Pula is a girl!
(places a glass with fresh tea on the coaster next to Gica and sits back down) (CONTINUED)
MIA: Try that tea.
GICA: Thank you! And not even like fucked up, you know, the money was easy, that nice house, known for throwing these nice orgies here and then and bang.
MIA: That draw to the line, that draw of equilibrium confirming itself, I mean the exemption confirms the rule, but the deeper she goes (hand movement) the more she’s gonna launch out. I mean I see that straight line right in front of me, moving out from underneath me, straight white into the distance and wham it moves up from the ground and into my face, what are you gonna do, you not gonna be able to handle it. Yesterday he said to me, having is better than wanting, haha I was laughing, my dad used to say mehr haben und weniger sein. I wonder how to construct this new relationship, how do they work, extra works!
GICA: When we went to the world cup ...
GICA: ...when we traveled to Brazil and we had tickets to all the games and...
MIA: (smiling) Alright soccer go.
GICA: We’re in Rio right and you know how the tickets go through this lottery and we’re there and it’s the quarter finals and Germany wins against France and we of course, I mean! We get into this trance and (MORE)(CONTINUED)
GICA: the exhilaration that goes through my body and we’re floating through space and then bang! Against Brazil seven one, SEVEN ONE, they win SEVEN ONE! one and one and another one! the shock, in BRAZIL! In their own country! and we’re there on purpose and with every win, with every goal I feel, it creeps up on me, I just feel emptier and emptier and we move through the tournament and waaam they win and I was at the end of it, I was taken apart, I have never NEVER in my life felt such a deep sense of emptiness, having arrived that left me with nothing.
MIA: She gets up, blows it up and bang bang bang because what is she gonna do. Have they written back to us? Let’s go to Pula!
GICA: Where is that?
MIA (smiling): Croatia! Extra works!
GICA (smiling): And the redemption song, I’ll make us another coffee.
MIA: Thank you.
Photo: Giorgia Palmisano
Text: Yael Salomonowitz
Thank you Andrea Faraguna & Filippo Weck, Ana Ofak & Steffen Berkhahn, Bianca Girbinger & Kristian Rädle and Lena Zimmermann for letting us into your homes.