Last spring,
when I built the first set of Dreli Kuda Popalo-stuff, we named it *ten things*. That seemed to be
a pretty good way to pay some respect on the fact, we were aliens ... one for the other.
Communication is based on a foreign language for all of us: English. I was tought by rock
& roll. And I saw their efforts to maintain that *bridge*.
We were dealing with things,
trying to approach. By rough consensus. Something grew.
In an ironical sense I featured these
*ten things* with the headline *go west!*. Remembering this as an advertising slogan for
cigarettes. And as a refrain-line in an idle song of the Pet Shop Boys. But there
is much more behind this phrase.
I grew up with that Cold War-hype about
Russians heading America, going west, walking over us. They did not. But so many
years we were minded to head the bunker, if ... For nothing. So this are two basic
subjects with strong influence on my whole life. Cold War propaganda. And, before that,
the untold stories of my father and all those guys, who had been in Russia. As
Nazi-soldiers. Coming home disabled.
I will not *go west*. And I will not
*look east*. I try to find out, what we can share ... heaving east.
Martin Krusche
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