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Delicious yogurt and wonderful coffee and lots of German business men commuting with phones and computers - clean bright lines bright orange chairs the music softly pounding sounds strangely like American A.M. Radio. the destinations on the board are East and familiar to me. But I am not headed to Dubai or Istanbul today - in Munich we are very much in the west. Everything is clean and healthy a world away from Newark - onward...
No copyright infringement intended. From Joni Mitchell's classic 1970 record "Ladies of the Canyon".
Airports tend to make me sad and nervous even though I am in them all the time and love the fact that they are gateways to my full life of exploration. But I am always scared of missing planes. So I got here a bit early drank a glass of wine in the airport bar (Joni Mitchell's The Priest is a song worth listening to) and the Luthansa plane to Munich (my first stop on the voyage) is delayed so I am staring at identical red head German twins - thier hair is long their eyes greenish blue they are in their twenties - strikingly beautiful in the most Aryan way - they are dressed identically - they speak in unison - one seems sweeter around the eyelids but when the mother comes her features harden and her twin softens. I can't really tell who they are - I am overwhelmed by the presence of their privilege - thier safety in numbers - their specific beauty - their angelic and yet potentially dangerous confidence. Or perhaps they are troubled being gorgeous and twinned. Perhaps I will spend the night in flight with them knowing nothing of their truth . They are an omen for the beginning of this journey - an awakening , a reminder : things will not be everything they seem. Look carefully. Listen hard. Perhaps you will learn something fabulous that you never expected. Be brave. The announcement to board comes in German over the loudspeaker and I switch to flight mode
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Well my bags are packed and I am ready to go. Except I have over packed. This is a life long issue with me. I don't know why I do it. I travel a lot but Iwant to take pieces of home with me and seem fearful of being without a particular shirt... so silly. My friends ( Ben Rivers and David Diamond among others) have had to haul my giant cases up tiny flights of stairs in France, Egypt, India and Palestine...) This time I am going for five weeks and I seemed unable to make hard choices. I have stuffed a suitcase full of things I might or might not need. It isn't about warmth or outfits that are suitable for one event or another. I get hung up on color: "Oh wait there are too many brown things, not enough red." But instead of taking the brown things out I just add the red. I know there are at least three identical shirts in there I should take out. But I had to sit on the suitcase to close it. And Max the puppy kept jumping into it and chewing on my boots and scarves and confusing me. So if I am lugging this thing on planes and trains the next five weeks I can blame this adorable puppy who is kinda hard to leave...
Itinerary is Czech Republic where I will teach at a university in Brno, and the Archa Theatre Festival in Prague, then I will take a train to Berlin where I will work with Gayle Tufts on a new piece, then a plane to Brussels where I will watch and hear a new translation of my play Wider Than The Sky and the Eurostar then to London to see dear friends and to meet with Jonathan Meth about possibilities for a London production of my play My Heart is in the East and meet with Peter Case to further our edible puppet explorations. Finally I will fly to Rotterdam to teach and participate in the Theatre of The Oppressed Festival.
My plan (if internet allows) is to post about the people, experiences and theatre I encounter along the way.
Thanks to Emma Weinstein for teaching me how to blog. Here I go.
Looking forward to this new journey teaching and making theatre in Prague, Berlin, Brussels, London and Rotterdam. I will be sending notes from the road. Please read and respond: jessica.litwak@gmail.com.
