April 2017, in addition to proud parents and curious friends, almost 30 excited teachers to the eponymous play at the Begegnungszentrum Ribnitz. Under the direction of Effi Sternkiker, students from the tenth grade of the Gymnasium (plus Michelle S. And Laura from the 10d) thoroughly dealt with the events surrounding the Rostock Sunflower House in 1992 and processed them into a multimedia theater project. Now they looked excited that evening. Nervously approaching their premiere… But one after the other. Before I get started, perhaps a note that this is neither a review nor a theater review. Review I can not and criticism I do not want, because I can probably only rudimentary guess what incredible effort and effort behind this work are. And for that alone, hats off! Everything started with a lot of "unrest. Quite terrible noise. Each one made a certain movement and a different noise, getting faster and louder – so that I, for example, already felt a bit annoyed, to be honest. But after all, you weren't just supposed to look, thinking was expressly desired. And that's how I explained the opening scene to myself later on: although certain things get on our nerves and we sometimes think that enough should be enough with this topic now, we must not stop keeping the memory of it alive, and also the constant reappraisal of it. (Nevertheless this is only my interpretation and still no review.) As the play progressed, we encountered different people, each with a different view of what was happening. One thing, however, united almost all of them – they had hardly any opinions of their own, subordinated themselves without the slightest doubt, or were totally disinterested. There were the three teenagers who wanted action and went off to set things on fire, although one of the three still needed convincing. Or the married couple…The daughter films the current events out of the window and poses, while the mother is only concerned about the well-being of the grumbling father. Both parents apparently do not notice the fire opposite. The blogger (very convincing Lara Schumann in this role) "works" from superficial understanding of the situation of foreigners to undisguised anger and pure hatred. A policewoman is doused with beer and her arm is raised in a Hitler salute. Later it lies on the ground and is picked up and carried away by motionless faces – here is room for quite a lot of interpretation and interpretation. And at this point I really notice that the actors are dressed in black and white…And at the end the stage is bathed in a warm light, everyone touches each other somehow, holds hands and leaves room for a lot of hope… Hope that the understanding for each other has grown in the meantime and that such events will not happen again… Of course, mere hope is not enough. News of burning asylum shelters are unfortunately not only a thing of the past. There is and remains enough to do.
And even though we may have seen, evaluated, interpreted or interpreted this or that differently, one thought united us after the minutes of enthusiastic applause: pride in our great students. This piece really deserved to go on tour. This is certainly not only the writer's opinion.