Experimenting Berlin round 5

September 5

trying to rest in the city: FAIL AGAIN.

and go back to everyday life in France, maybe TdV will try to find me there himself. Whatever: Bis bald Thomas, bis bald Berlin, bis bald trying to fail.

and as goodbye…I copy here the lyrics of a song that fits so well with my Berliner mood, to let a bit of poetry hanging around all that experience, (and which is already my new everyday hymn) and that will follow me then.

« To the center of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you,

To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sink, searching for you,

I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you,

In a room with a window in a corner I found Truth.


———————————– – —              ——————- —–            —   ——–    ——  ————–   — – –         –           – –          –   – –              –

September 4

Been experimenting a new way of organising my time on this fourth day in Berlin. Still trying to follow my commandments and missions, the topic of Time, which was not yet related to this quest, suddenly broke through this journey. I’ve been realising today, that the concept of trying and failing was not only related to the city and its people and space, but that TIME was such an important mean into it.

On this very day I tried things I’d already been trying the days before, or even the former times I was there also with Mathilde, trying also new timings.


I tried to fuck a citizen at 8.43 a.m.: seemed to be quite OK/BUT/ FAIL AGAIN

I tried to understand the way Money flows in the city at 6.08 a.m.: Absolutely OK

I tried to make my body fit the city shapes at 10.23 a.m.: Quite OK.

I tried to make my body fit the city weather at 11.01 a.m.: (so difficult) FAIL AGAIN

I tried to meet people at 4.23 a.m.: Absolutely OK

I tried to communicate the whole day: strange how easy it seemed/was. OK //I’m though still wondering if the timing for that experiment -making it last the whole day- was the only thing that made me manage in speaking quite current German and calling or mailing or sms-ing etc. people. I even tried and managed in communicating with a German book! -full, of course, of TdV sentences, maybe it helped a bit.

I tried to meet/find/see Thomas de Vrouw at 22.35 p.m. : quite OK. (Although I wasn’t sure he was himself…I recognized his look, his words, his interests, advises, the look in his eyes, his highness, his charming and cold smile. Whatever, I didn’t dare to ask him: Bist du doch Thomas? As I was so convinced of it, and maybe it would have hurt him)

The strange thing with Thomas is that he disappeared all at once, and when I went to the other part of the Town to follow/find him once again to go on with our conversation, I only found Thomas Ostermeier, but kein De Vrouw. He wasn’t here, and everything was mixed up in my head. Yes, right now I just cannot say who did I meet, to whom did I speak on this Saturday night, and full of doubts and questions, I went to bed at 5.03…but then was it already September 5. Whaou…Time was really all messed up into me as I was running through the city.


Is Timing a new topic Thomas brought me without saying it, is that what he tried to make me discover, disappearing and reappearing in different moments and places in Berlin that week? Or is it only the consequence of my research that makes Time blast and spread and then burst again into Berlin’s spaces and people?


Is Time related to FAILURE?

I decided to accept to be failing trying. So I decided not to try on Sunday (as my quest has kind of a Biblical tone, even though the 10 initial commandments turned into 12…I chose this Lord’s day to rest, or maybe only to try to)

———————————– – —              ——————- —–            —   ——–    ——  ————–   — – –         –           – –          –   – –              –

september, 3:

And in the end, failure is coming, fortunately.

It began right in the morning when I took the Ubahn to go to my friend Katrijn, where I had forgotten my camera, the day before. (Yes, in a way, I had forgotten to mention it, but failure had already started on the first afternoon, but loosing of forgetting things is not what I absolutely consider as failure, this is just everyday life, as we never swim in the same river, etc.)

And then, I was arrested : I had the ticked paid, but trying not not pay in the transport web, I just had not punched that ticket. I tried to convince them that I was fair, and reliable, and only French, so little and a bit naive, and not understanding the german transport web, and etc. and he gave me a paper to show to Jannowitzbrücke station, to see what would happen: FAIL again.

Then I thought about communication and supermarkets. Why not to experiment two commandments at once ?

I went to the Lidl at Oranienplatz, and tried to understand the supermarket of that city: Quite OK. I found quite easily how to buy a Lidl sim card. And then I went to a pub, in order to be immediately connected to the berliner satellite of communication, as to say, to run into COMMUNICATION, and on my way, I run through a man that seemed to be TdV. I asked myself a long time if I would dare to ask him / It would have also mean, to him, that I´d have been forgetting his face, so risky, and shameful / and then, trying to activate my new communication weapon, and failing, and angry, I decided to throw myself. TRY, just Try, just go, allez, take the energy from inside, don´t be ashamed, if you´re afraid that means you have to run into it, yes : -Entschuldigung, bist du nicht Thomas ? – … -Thomas de Vrouw ? nein ? bist du´s nicht ? – Nein, ich bin nicht Thomas. – Ok, tut mir Leid, tschuüuss. : FAIL again.

Back home I thought it was strange, wondered if he had been lying, or testing me, and wondered if I hadn´t been mistaking him with the actor of Head on, Birol Ünel, but whatever, managing to fail again I sent five or six mails to Thomas, looking on facebook to see if he hadn´t published profile´s info, but still not, and then I tried to communicate with people with my new number, that I tried to activate: quite OK.

Then at night, spending time with Pablo and other italian friends, I tried to understand how money flows in the city: quite OK.

I also realized my last and new commandment would be very hard, and I said to myself: tomorrow yeah, I´ll try to rest in that city.


Second conclusion/ FAIL a bit, first without noticing it, FAIL, try, FAIL, FAIL, try, find something, and FAIL and try again.

———————————– – —              ——————- —–            —   ——–    ——  ————–   — – –         –           – –          –   – –              –

september, 2:
first missions// try to communicate with people : Quite ok /Try to understand the way money flows in the city: quite ok / Try to find TdV : quite ok, but not done yet / Try to make your body fit the city wether : quite ok //

NEW MISSION : try to find the way to rest in that city : not found yet, too much excited


first day conclusion : but where am I with failure ? doesnt seem to be failing enough, maybe THE failure will be about meeting TdV ? Should I hope to reach this kind of failure so frustrating ? Let´s try again.


Publié dans Berlin 09 | Laisser un commentaire

Experimenting Berlin 4th Round

For the second time in Automn 2009, Colyne came here.In Berlin.Alone.By Bus.She really needed to came back, because she had a strong feeling about Thomas de Vrouw’s sentences.

Yes, she had to come here again, alone, and try try try try again in the city…

« Yes, for sure I try, every day here, to find TdV, but it seems he has disappeared.When I decided to take my eurolines ticket, I had this strong sensation, I deeply flt he was in Berlin in this moment, and as I am a bit lost in my life now, I needed his words, his advices, and everything, I really needed that. Because in this moment I’m trying to try, try try, but it seems there always are walls that errict in front of me – Either are they dicks ? Dont know, doesnt matter. Anyway, I m here now. Looking for him, trying to contact him but does his mailbox works? no. No answer, no trace of him. He s he in Brussels ? Dont know. Dont fucking know. So each day I wake up and try. I have so many questions in my mind I want to discuss with him. So I go to different places, try to reintegrate myself in the city another time:

try Saucisses

try to make your body fit to the city’s schapes

try not to pay in the Ubahn

try to be a bit sexy

try to fuck with Germans

try to speack German and to understand what they say to me

I say to myself: if I follow TdV instructions, maybe I’ll catch him, or he would come to me.


I really cannot eat saucisses, I manage to be a bit sexy but then so cold, my body yes, it fits to city sometimes, I didn’t met the MVB men in the Ubahn, I found someone who looked like a german, and fucked with him, but he was only a non-speaking-german-Italian, and much too complicated, and I don’t understand what they say at the radio and yes…it seems that it is the same as my life in Nantes: ok I m trying and trying and trying…but what happens then is SO OFTEN FAILURE!


and this morning I missed the flight’

Yes, Colyne is still trying, but what could we think about that? Maybe Thomas de Vrouw is playing with her, and trying to make her find answers on her own. Yes, we could think, for example, TdV is hiding from her. Or that he might be laughing or ignoring her…

But What Colyne is realising right now, is the upper, the biggest, the sum up of all TdV art maybe, art and thinking and blablabla:


Publié dans Berlin 09 | Laisser un commentaire

Handstand in situ

, première mise en ligne par Stomach Company.

Publié dans Berlin 09 | Laisser un commentaire

Experimenting spaces



Publié dans Berlin 09 | Laisser un commentaire

Experimenting saucisses

Une petite saucisse?

Une petite saucisse?





p'tite saucisse?

p'tite saucisse?

Publié dans Berlin 09 | Laisser un commentaire

Assimil english VS german

Publié dans Berlin 09 | Laisser un commentaire

Second round

Trying to drink something in a typique german pub, as a basic berliner drinks something in a typique german pub.

Like a glass of red wine, for instance.

Hear that the waitress has set the last Carla Bruni record for you,because you are french


Publié dans Berlin 09 | Laisser un commentaire