The Hour of Solitude

At the Radialsystem V in Berlin, the theater ensemble, Nico and the Navigators, staged a furious urban collage: The hour we knew too much of each other. It’s a continuous, circulating coming-and-going, dancing, running and colliding. There is beautiful song and plenty of silence. Long-lasting dialogs were never an attribute of Nico and the Navigators. In its time, when in 1998 Nicola Hümpel and Oliver Proske founded the ensemble (or better yet, the idea of an ensemble with a varying cast) at the Bauhaus Dessau, it amazed audiences and many were instantly mesmerized. With its mix of acting, pantomime and dance, Nico and the Navigators offered the sort of theater rarely seen, bringing its microscopic examination of everyday occurrences to the stage, creating art from the ordinary the moment it is observed. Under the continued direction of Nicola Hümpel and Oliver Proske, the former student troupe from Dessau has since established itself internationally. Now at the Radialsystem V on Berlin’s Holzmarktstrasse opposite the Ostbahnhof and directly on the waterfront of the Spree, they present The hour we knew too much of each other, a charmingly obvious inference to Peter Handke’s piece from 1992, The hour we knew nothing of each other. Nico and the Navigators had previously presented their latest piece in Hamburg. While Handke calls for a huge ensemble, here only eight performers command the stage – an achievement in itself. And despite the consistently fast tempo of the ninety-minute piece, the performers undergo continual costume changes with characters reappearing soon after disappearance. The enactment is self-reflectively built around a thoughtfully placed center which could be understood as an ironic illustration of an exponentially frequented secret space – peoples paths always cross twice in life. What happens when women and men, mostly strangers, meet each other, collide, or race past one another? Everything is fleeting, it must go faster and yet somethings don’t work at all. A man doesn’t recognize his partners yearning for affection anymore. Or maybe he doesn’t want to after their relationship has long frosted over. Another man seems to have found joy in the form of a humanoid robot but that is soon over after it develops a life of its own. In another instance, a woman takes her time to think about whether she should give her sandwich away to a lady laying exhausted at her feet. She puts the sandwich down and hurries off as if her act was one of crime and not compassion. It’s a sparkling, often funny and sometimes deeply tragic collage of life in our self-inflicted lack of understanding.

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