Women in the Dark

in Panda Theater on the 16.09., 8pm

You can buy your tickets here: https://panda-platforma.berlin/events/stage-reading-women-in-the-dark/

“Women in the Dark” by Ukrainian authors Iryna Serebriakova and Masha Denisova tells the story of over a dozen women trapped in Kyiv during the wartime. The play chronicles their experience in funny, sad, and creepy encounters as they grapple with the consequences of the war on everyday life. Without power supply and infrastructure, the simple maintenance of life becomes a challenge to be faced at wake, all over again.

The writing of this text was supported by the Italienska Palatset and Bild och Form Kronoberg, Region Kronoberg (Sweden).

The play was included in the anti-war short-list of the independent festival of young playwrights “Lübimovka”.

The production is realized by Ringtanz e.V.

Directed by Satchel Reemtsma (@satchel3000)

Reading by Denise Wolff (@denisewolff_) and Vera Moebius

Kostüme: Lenna Stam (@lenna.stam)

Lübimvoka – Where it all came together

This play has been part of the amazing “Lübimovka – Unabhängiges Festival für Antikriegsdramatik”. You can find a short Video on the Festival below.

Lübimovka Festival im Acud, Schauspielerinnen: Denise Wolff, Josephine Witt




Momentaufnahme von fünf Freunden auf der Flucht. Einer im Gefängnis, zwei polizeilich gesucht und zwei wollen einfach nur weg.

Tickets für die Dernière am 14. Juli gibt es hier: https://www.berlin-buehnen.de/de/spielplan/ringtanz/events/288298/

Weitere Informationen findet ihr auf unserer Website unter http://ringtanz.de

Die Maßnahme/Pfad des Oktober

© Michael Donath/Philharmonie Berlin

Regie: Fabiane Kemann Musikalische Leitung und Klavier Peter Aidu
Dirigentin Ekaterina Antonenko
Musikalische Bearbeitung Arno Waschk
Dramaturgie Satchel Reemtsma
Produktionsleitung Isabel Aguirre, Daria Leduck
Regieassistenz Leonard Beck
Chorassistenz Anastasiia Sidorkina
Requisite Amandine Monsterlet
Produktionsassistenz Polina Efimova

Mit Almut Zilcher, Margarita Breitkreiz, Artemis Chalkidou, Thomas Dannemann, Edwin Cotton, Niels Bormann, Bernd Grawert

Chöre & Chorleiter*innen: Intrada (Moskau) mit Ekaterina Antonenko, Synagogal Ensemble Berlin mit Regina Yantian, Refugio Chor mit Regina Yantian, Lysius Chor mit Sergi Gili Solé, Erich-Fried-Chor mit Maria Haupert und Andreas Bunckenburg, Hans-Beimler-Chor Berlin mit Johannes C. Gall


The Devil’s Drivers

The Devil’s Drivers has the intensity of a 1970s chase film as it follows Palestinian smugglers on high-speed trips to help workers cross the border.

“On the left side is Israel, on the right side is Palestine,” explains Hamouda as his beat-up car speeds through the desert trying to evade Israeli soldiers. His mission is to smuggle Palestinian workers across a southern gap where Israel’s border wall hasn’t been finished. Without viable jobs in the West Bank, they’re desperate to cross to where labour is in high demand. If they’re caught, everyone in the car will go to jail. Still, this gamble remains their best hope.

(AT) – Arbeitstitel sind auch Titel!

© Thomas Aurin

Corona liest ab von einer Textkarte: Die Rolle, die der Artist in seiner  Nummer darstellt, ist allerdings  keine Theaterrolle im  üblichen Sinn. Anders als  der Schauspieler realisiert er im Allgemeinen keine  literarisch  fixierte Dramenfigur. Er agiert aber auch  nicht als Privatperson, sondern legt sich für  seinen Auftritt ein bestimmtes Aussehen und ein bestimmtes Verhaltens- und Handlungsmuster zurecht, das dazu dient, seine Kunststücke möglichst publikumswirksam zur Geltung zu bringen. 

Songül. Danke Corona.

Volksbühne Berlin, Eröffnung im Zirkuszelt




Nomads in Iran

© Satchel Reemtsma

The Nomads are friendly, humble and curious. They don’t see foreigners often but don’t mind too much either. It has been a long way. A 6 hour drive interrupted by a car break down at 4 hours in. We are going to get there, we knew – it would just take so much longer.

My friends uncle took us in. He hosted a small welcome tea, asking questions in translation and within an hour we are streched, teeth cleaned smiling adventurous, ready for the next day to come.

The valley farms citrus fruits that gives a living color to the rough and stoney soil. We eat it after breakfast, right from the tree. No chemicals, says the uncle. Everything right from the sun, advances my friend. Everyone farms them, he tells me. They come in closer, some take helping hands during the harvest, mostly afghan refugees.

The life is simple and poetic. The first nomad i meet hums and eats a citrus fruit. He allows my photograph and receives a snack as a gift from my hosts. Nomads come south during the winter and north in summer. Herding goats in a stone desert and walking from oasis to oasis as if along pearls on a necklace. Today we use cars, tells me one of them. We used to walk all the way.

The cracking of stone is the only interruption of a silent heat in summer. Stones creates a new pattern of sounds that is different from what i had heard before. The occasional bird would sing, the song would echo and the silence return. My host takes the shotgun and no bird chirps anymore. Every bird that rises, gets shot with pricision. Meal is selfmade tonight. Open fire at nine. Sit on my matress, on this solid piece of rock.

Family photo of nomads in south Iran.

Berlinale – The Kites

Berlinale – The Kite

While playing at at a river between Iran and Irak, a small girl loses her kite to the other side of the border. The boys who play there, try to make contact but not only language seperates them. The dangerous playgrounds hold explosive leftovers from the last war.

When we went to the Berlinale 2020 we had heard of Covid before. But it did not make any difference: “This might be the last one” someone said “and after this it is apocalypse.” They might have been right we woulnd´t know until two months later, safely in our homes.

Several small groups of filmmakers gathered in a room with couches and hot beverages. Intimate, friendly and with a cool courisosity what might be happening next. The selected nominees for the generational competition at Berlinale had ensembled to glance on a prospective future.

The award ceremony was not until thursday and hundreds of films could be visited with free entrance. We had looked, seen and talked with some of the others teams before my new group would find their curiosity nursed, their stomach satisfied and the hydration appropriate. Time to watch some movies.