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19. 06. 2007, 22:03 | by DEREVO

“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

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NOW - 10.06.2007

11. 06. 2007, 23:24 | by DEREVO

There’s no chance to avoid the questions.

“Anton, what is your new performance “DIAGNOSE” about?”

I will search for the words again, not to offend someone and not to burst into tears because of the nonsense I’m talking.

OK. Apparently I’m a prosperous person. (Slava, give me back a million!). I don’t buy things. However I stare in the shops’ windows just like the Korean women stare at Dima Abramov.

DEREVO already has everything that may be necessary for the realization of creative ideas.

There’s a photo of Bonnie Parker in my purse next to the driving license, since she’s looking like Lena Iarovaia and Shtyk in their birthday suits.

I can’t eat. All the last ten years I have wanted to. My weight must be 59 kilograms. Between rehearsals and performances I go mad and shout at the partners. I’ve learned to sleep in the day and visit the places I need while sleeping.

So now to the “DIAGNOSE”.

April 2006 they found hepatitis C in some final form in me. We took the camera to the hospital.

In a shadeless voice the doctors said that I have three years more, the last of which definitely would not be pleasant. Alisa gave a silent hem and made a close-up of me. I was looking very angry.

Or there’s intensive therapy. Six months. According to the last statistics, positive chances for a cure are 37 percent against 63 percent negative. The medicine is new, its effects aren’t studied and well-tested yet. I wouldn’t be allowed to stay among people because of the side effects – depression, weakness, fiber, claustrophobia and more. It would be possible under the constant supervision of a doctor. It would be a chance.

I agreed to try the therapy and expended a lot of energy and paper to avoid the hospital. 672 pills, 96 pricks. In Edinburgh I weighed 55 kilograms already and was convinced that the consequences of this chemistry are really unknown and thought that they should analyze me.

Various things happened to me. I hardly remember the performances. The guys knew the story and were bearing up well. However they say I wasn’t completely myself.

After the sixth medical examination right before the “Totentanz” action in the Dreikönigskirche in Dresden in March 2007 my dear doctoress said that I had won. Alisa photographed her hands. We were hugging a little bit longer than usual.

I told the guys about it. As I heard my voice I realized that it was another Anton. The old one disappeared some time that summer. All my performances after Edinburgh: “Mad in Japan”, “Wolve’s Tango” in Kronstadt, “x0” and all the actions and dances, and “ROBERT’S DREAM” and the “DIAGNOSE”, and interviews, and the white contact lenses – they all are creatures of another human being.

So we are living with it so far.

A form of the performance: reconsideration of the Great Love that covered the sky in March 2006. A task of the performance: to meet the old Anton.

I will wear clothes in the performance.

Original text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: Jennifer Williams
Photo: Anton Adasinsky, Maxim Didenko, Elena Iarovaia
Photo design: Elena Iarovaia

Tags: 2006 2007 DIA GNOSE

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