>>Rotmilch Energy<< Eine romantische Konfession

If the events you are about to see seem puzzling or offensive to you, it is because such is life. Like life, the events in this temple are full of repetitions and open to a multitude of interpretations. The authors declare that it is not their aim to offer new symbols, at least not intentionally. The best interpretation of Rotmilch Energy is perhaps that there is no interpretation.

In a sensitive puddle at the Rosa-Luxemburg-Platz, the foundling Caspar David Friedrichshain rests beside a fire pit. The shadows on the leaflets allow to recognise the Chinese message/embassy, heralding a long-awaited multiple reconciliation that culminates in an endless song: Simplon. Lord of Fire. His mother was a princess, his father a barbarian. Chosen to become the saviour of his people and to get rid of the reign of the spider dynasty – that is Simplon for you. He loves Firewater, the daughter of his foster parents, who’s been abducted by the black knights. Sunnsanna, who will be sacrificing herself for him, and the grisly pitch-brown moment, when he finally finds Firewater in the clutches of the spider also feature.

These are the key stations of Simplon’s staggering struggle for life. Born under the star of the Rotmilch Energy.

Oscillating between a musical and eclectic nonsense theatre something unexpected emerges. The journey to the Double Heart of Darkness begins. A commitment between yearning and ecstatic abandon.