Dancing on the street

Rimini Protokoll is a legendary theater group that makes each new performance unlike the previous one. They do not monetize the method, and the method of them is the freedom of creative thinking. In general, Rimini constantly open something new. Their performances combine a documentary theater, witness and some other incomprehensible. Non -classified. Here is the “capital” , where the blind, emigrant and teacher of political economy tell how the doctrine of Marx has changed the world and their life, here is the “Trinus Test in Kazakhstan” , where stories about the personal fate of emigrants are closely connected with space and oil, here is “100% London” , where one hundred citizens on the stage in a playful way, answering questions, are a slice of society, now they are a slice of society, now they are a slice of society, here “Call Cutta in a Box” , where you suddenly talk to yourself with a stranger on the other side of the world. And the efforts of the producer Fedor Elyutin in Moscow appear “Remote Moscow ” , made before that for the fifteen other cities of the world. And this, believe me, cannot be missed.

In a group of people, headphones are given out in the cemetery, after which they choose graves and look intently in them. Before the start of the performance - is it a performance? - Before the start of the theater, let's say, they wanted to do not care about the graves. Everyone looked at the iPhones. Then an exciting voice arose in the headphones, and suddenly everyone began to intensely think about the mortality of being. The voice announced:

“My name is Milena. How does my voice sound? Do you imagine someone's face when you hear me? What do my eyes look like? What do my lips look like when I say? Lips are what can be kissed. But I have no lips. I have no language. I have no mouth. Does my voice sound strange? I know. My words are created from more than 2500 hours of recording a female voice. The words were divided into syllables on a computer. I make words from these syllables. I sound a little artificially. Excuse me, I'm not a man. "

Speech is really devoid of stresses, but not as idiotic, like the answering machines in the bank. We obey Milena. Everyone collectively think about death. Memento Mori . I have a grave without a portrait, I try to imagine what my body has expired here before my birth. With all respect for the rest - I can not. We go to the church, having built in a column as a funeral procession. The headphones have a mourning march - but in reality silence, and even the birds do not chirp. Where did the birds come from - on the third transport ring? The sound row is deftly built: we are on a volleyball court - around the screams of fans, we are in the monastery - service.

We are a flock of others. And, in principle, we all just destroyed the matrix. Only this is not so noticeable.

They act on us. We go in the way with the program, turn around where she asks, and see what she was talking about a second before, we go out into the city, sit in the subway, cross the road - and all the time the program is ahead of us. A wall is next to you, cars are going to you, you pass through the iron gate and stand on the conveyor (this is about the subway). You are all the time in captivity of the technical perfection of the “Remote” tour. But not the technique is the main thing.

The program leads your optics. You see around the theater. You see another city, although you go familiar streets. You see another humanity, although, in general, what new can you learn about humanity? You will learn something new about yourself. You are a rebel or conformist, are you ready to run around the escalators and go backwards? Yes, you are ready to do everything. Someone even touched to jump from the roof when the voice suggested. Then I remembered my mother Olga Ivanovna with a traditional remark: and if everyone jumps from the twelfth floor, will you jump too? Mom, yes! And blame Rimini in everything Protokoll .

“Ninety -nine percent of our genetic material are the same. The same material. But different software. You want to be together, but not too close to each other. This is how a group that does not want to be a group looks like. I will call you a flock. "

A flock is fifty people who bought a ticket to Rimini, a single combat cell. Our goal is a collective experience. Still, something happens in the Noosphere when people think about one thing intensely: about death, about life, about the purpose of mankind. This is rallying. As in a fairy tale about a broom - together we become a force. This news delights fifty adults.

It seems that only we smile at each other in the Moscow metro. It seems that only we can behave freely. A pair of young people took a baby with them in a stroller. A baby without headphones, but as if also in a share.

We become in Pli on the escalator. Hooligan, in a word. The escalator is on the contrary in bewilderment. We do not at all what is characteristic of passenger traffic - but it is characteristic of him to silently hate others and move like a zombie. We are a flock of others. And, in principle, we all just destroyed the matrix. Only this is not so noticeable.

“Only children look into your eyes. They were not fully programmed. They have no access restriction system. But you have already learned your lesson. Civilization taught you how to act against its instincts, your actions are guided by respect and politeness. I don't know what it is . "

The main experience of “Remote” -being in the forcibly control of the dictator, you, oddly enough, get the experience of freedom. Suddenly it turns out that you can run, jump, walk back in advance, chant, dance on the streets of the city - spitting on public opinion from the height of the Moscow roof. You can stand out from the crowd - and this is not scary, not stupid, but, as it were to say, naturally. This fascinates no less than Milena's voice. Your unsolved potential. And the worst thing - you cross the street in the wrong place.

“ Each traffic light is a small exercise in an automated dictatorship. From this moment, you will have to follow many signs and rules . ”

I realized that this voice would not bring me to good when I ate two monastery cakes. I actually do not eat white bread. Gluten and all that. And suddenly such a desperate attack against one’s own principles! But it was not the limit yet.

Fifty people left Stoleshnikov, stood in front of the state prosecutor’s office and began to shake who could do what. GUCCI cases, iPhones, miles, umbrellas, combs and even volume Emily Dikinson. I demanded something from the prosecutor's office, raising a cosmetic bag above my head. People came out of Mariott and Mazerati to understand our protest moods.

In general, Muscovites, we must pay tribute to them, behaved like open and curious people. Like in a cartoon - smile at your smile, and she will return to you more than once. Muscovites smiled back. So, you can destroy the matrix? Some tried to look to where we were, to do what we, to go like us or just stopped to stroke. Applauded. They say that in St. Petersburg people tried not to notice the flock of "Remote" . And barrel, barrel. And in Brazil, they say, on the contrary, people adjoined the pack - even without headphones. "Remote" became the barometer of society.

- Sasha, I am a notorious person - and suddenly I dance in front of the GUM? - Director H. was surprised at himself, how did they do it?

Indeed, how? Is this a high -tech Theater? Navigator? City tour? Voice from above? Computer game about being? Intellectual quest? A philosophical lecture on the vapor of all things? Don't know. But the voice promised that we would not be the same.

And, you know, yes.