20.000 Meilen sind doch mehr als wir dachten
Theatre

Take care and don't panic

Yes, it was right here. Nearly 32,000 kilometers below sea level. When a small kraken looked into the eyes of a set intern through the porthole of a scripted reality submarine and suddenly knew what had been going wrong all along. With one last expressive dance, the kraken tried to explain how they could still have saved themselves. But unfortunately, the intern couldn't interpret the octopus's signs. His name was Uwe. The intern, that is; the octopus was called Karl. And yes, he was indeed the last invertebrate communist, but of course no one had been interested in that for a long time.

They were lonely together. And they cast their nets. And they did not do it to save each other; nor to catch each other, but to finally meet again; to reach out their arms to each other, which would let them taste the light that would make them truly free for the first time.

Following ‹Schneekönigin›, ‹Die Beste aller Zeiten› and ‹Erpresso Macchiato›, the Basel-based company is once again dedicating itself to developing a new play in its fourth collaboration with director Franz Broich's team.