Hope on the ruins of death
room5/ light installation with project artifacts; three red plastic raincoats from Auschwitz-Birkenau, worn on June 10th 2024, on three neon light sticks.
In the program '[re]act finding memory', our participants aimed to seek hope in June 2024 on the ruins of death in Auschwitz - a project that was planned long before October 7th and independently of Architecture of Hope. However, the working title became all the more a guiding principle.
[re]act = "to react" to current events, in the context of the past that emerges - through "finding memory"
[re]act = "to become active" and [re]c = "to record/capture"
Due to the escalation of the war in the Middle East and the rise of anti-Semitism in Europe, our Jewish participants were denied to travel to Poland by the Israeli Ministry of Education, so our Hamburg participants could only realize the project in Krakow with the Arab/Palestinian Israelis.
A challenging and responsible journey into the past, in view of the challenges of our present and in the face of war. "Architecture of Hope on the ruins of death" made it possible to discover the glimmer of light in the darkness and to illuminate it with hope.
In order to be able to involve the Jewish participants, project leader Hèdi Bouden and filmmaker Jan Lewandowski traveled to Israel in August 2024 to work with both groups and to include their life realities in Shaar Ha Negev and Rahat.
The term "simultaneity" and the importance of our campaign and cinematic confrontation become all the more clear in order to continue to give hope.
Simultaneity -
One year after October 7th and the outbreak of a never-ending war, "Architecture of Hope" continues to stand for the preservation of spaces for encounter and hope. We are processing the results in films and exhibitions.
The "simultaneity" of different narratives, terrible experiences, and traumas becomes clear. No relativism, no agreement, no comparison, but an understanding for the acceptance of the "simultaneity" of these collective and individual realities.
One year after October 7th, our journey does not end here, on the contrary.
[re]act finding memory continues to take us on a journey into the past and brings us to Andalusia and Morocco this October.
Details of hope
by Jan Lewandowski
Impressions of an aesthetic research for an Alphabet of Hope on the Ruins of Death.
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Experience in Poems
rot/red
Und der Himmel, der war rot,
Bei Tag und auch bei Nacht.
Wir lebten mit der Angst in Gefangenschaft,
Entwürdigt, erniedrigt, zum Tode verurteilt.
Nun sind wir bloß noch wie ein Kloß in deinem Hals,
Der nie mehr geht,
Dich nicht mehr verlässt.
Und der Himmel, der war rot,
Aus Wunden wurden Narben.
So stehst du da, verloren im Drang der Zeit,
Versteckt zwischen Asche und Schutt.
Du läufst durch die Trümmer der Zeit,
Spurlos verschwunden,
Teilweise niemals gefunden;
Gefangen in den Ruinen.
Leise hört man eine Stimme schreien,
Sie wird lauter und lauter,
Steigt schließlich an zu einem Dröhnen –
Ein Hilferuf in der Abwesenheit des Lichts.
Und der Himmel, der war rot,
Wie deine Augen, als die ersten Tränen flossen.
Die Gedanken kreisen,
Inmitten der Leere, hinter Töpfen und Kinderschuhen versteckt.
Deine Stimme, die wie Teer die Straßen bedeckt,
Gibt mir mehr das Gefühl,
Irgendetwas erreicht zu haben.
Ich bin hier, weil du auch hier bist.
/by amie
And the sky, it was red,
By day and also by night.
We lived with fear in captivity,
Humiliated, degraded, condemned to death.
Now we are merely like a lump in your throat,
That never goes away,
Never leaves you.
And the sky, it was red,
Wounds became scars.
So you stand there, lost in the urgency of time,
Hidden between ash and rubble.
You run through the debris of time,
Vanished without a trace, Partly never found; Trapped in the ruins.
Quietly one hears a voice scream,
It gets louder and louder,
Finally rises to a roar –
A cry for help in the absence of light.
And the sky, it was red,
Like your eyes when the first tears flowed.
Thoughts circling,
Amidst the emptiness, hidden behind pots and
children's shoes.
Your voice, which covers the streets like tar,
Gives me more the feeling,
To have achieved something.
I am here because you are here too.
/by amie
