It is on top, but on what?

Nico and the Navigators play "Eggs on Earth" at the Sophiensaele The blue world is furnished. Practical like a fitted kitchen. Everything in it is straight, functional, compatible. Everything superfluous has dried away. Almost everything. Seven people are left. If you don't look closely, they too seem to have blended in. They live in the office. Their home is a container. Through flaps, drawers, hatches, it releases them from itself and reabsorbs them. A coming and going, but no encounter. People do not fit together, but they are soft and do not notice it immediately. The edge of a chair snaps into the joint much more satisfactorily: Schnack. Holds. Even that is too much to ask of people - no wonder, the prototype made of clay was His first attempt. And we have the effort. That's what they play. Seven well-dressed people in their fit years, using all their strength to slip. They put away teasing, swallow affects. Success is their life, and that's how it tastes. The characters are circling in the absurd, they have lost their center. At least you can see in their looks that they can still wonder about it. They search for their equilibrium, wobbling: "Basically, it's quite good like this. Now it's getting better. Aha, now I'm losing it." Splat. Eggs on the ground. A gentle despondency in slow motion. Giving up is their task. They search until they resign. It's going, but it's going wrong. "Is it too late to start early?" one ponders until he sinks into phlegm - with each passing moment it's even more too late. Another has the career behind her, she is on top, only she does not know on what. Many such arias sing a song of futility: feet do not want to shine, as much as they are polished. Hair is brushed in such a way, as if one could do the brain with it at the same time. Love is called "fruitful cooperation" and in a lofty top position one is first left alone with and then also from one's problems. The miracle of this evening is that one can watch the disenfranchised without gloating and with pleasure. The director Nicola Hümpel knows how to trust. She builds on the talents of her players, because such things cannot be prescribed. What never works out in the world, she succeeds in, everything fits together - stage, play, music, light. Nico and the Navigators are a bunch of con geniuses. A happy evening about unhappiness.

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