Matthias Egersdörfer - langsam

Sometimes it starts first thing in the morning: the sky collapses on you without warning. Your wife slept too little or too much. She talks and talks. You get buried under an avalanche of words before you've had a sip of coffee. You're just glad gravity is still working and were in the middle of counting your fingers. The worst part is the sheer speed of it all - the words, the people rushing through the streets, the tractors racing across the fields, the news and disasters flashing and thundering at high velocity.

A few years back, Egers worked in a kitchen for a while. The head chef told him to hurry up three hundred times in a short space of time. Egers tried. But he couldn't go any faster. Egers is slow. He chops onions slowly, thinks slowly, and usually doesn't talk particularly fast either. He wrote his new show in that same slowness. It took a very long time. Letter by letter, word by word, sentence by sentence.

With a sluggish but forceful energy, the cabaret artist pushes back against the world's relentless pace. The whole evening is a celebration of slowness - and so the stories are told without any rush. But don't worry that you'll nod off because of the low tempo. Because there's a good chance Egers will lose his temper at some point. He gets worked up over everything and nothing. And that'll wake you right back up.

Photo: Stephan Minx

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