NOW - 20.06.2007

“KOREA SONG”

ANTON–BUDA

B.	Korea. People are light, like the weight of a five year old child for an adult man.
A.	If people will live like THAT, than it is good to live.
B.	They like colourful things and white gloves.
A.	Every day – thousands of clear deeds and visits. They weren’t a result of rules, or education, or planning of the future…
B.	And they run – the sharp elbows up and down… Half past four in the morning. Rush hour. Living round-the-clock.
A.	No, everything was happening now, and with you, and with that man, and with that air that was right next to you.
B.	Any time you go out of the hotel it’s a joy for the eyes – you’re not alone. Someone is running, someone is eating, another one is drawing a crocodile on the sand. Flowingly.
A.	This made us drunk and clean. We were dancing everywhere for everyone. There was a wonderful improvisation at dawn on the island…
B.	In a theatre – childish faces of technicians of all ages. The only chance to draw their attention is to start doing everything by yourself. They don’t think words are significant.
A.	Humour is a mind game. It’s about representing the everyday, the banal, the obvious in an unusual way. There’s nothing like that in Korea.  Just because they have no the ”usual” or “yesterday“.
B.	Fewer and fewer socks. In every new theatre one of them is digging itself into some chink. Four singles: violet, green, red and striped.
A.	They uncovered the eyes of the Grin’s boy and showed him a sunset. “Don’t be afraid  – it will come back…” What to know? How to forget? To cry and to shout at the Sun together with the birds in the evening “Don’t go away!” The mind game…
B.	I see the difference between socks and swans.
A.	I want to return there. In my dreams.

Original text: Anton Adasinsky, Buda
English text editor: Jennifer Williams
Photos: Elena Iarovaia, Alisa
Photo design: Elena Iarovaia