Open Mic at Das Theater im Kino TiK Berlin

Another EVA. Another excursion into outer space — out there, where the people are.

Landing point: Das Theater im Kino TiK, Berlin, Earth, Solar System. A cinema that became a theatre. Or a theatre that still remembers it used to be a cinema. Either way — a place with good memory and the right kind of walls.

People were there. Lots of them. Warm, alive, clearly in possession of their neurons. And here is what strikes us every time, right down to the depths of the ship’s log: they are stuck. Not in traffic, not in a queue — in the cradle. Their own prophet and great guru Tsiolkovsky wrote a hundred years ago that Earth is the cradle of humanity, but one cannot live in the cradle forever. And yet — they do. And, apparently, have no idea that someone long ago packed a blanket and a cup of tea and made themselves comfortable somewhere between the stars.

We don’t judge. The cradle is cosy. Gravity is stable, oxygen is on, coffee is available. We get it.

But we did drop a hint. Gently. Through three songs.

We told them that outside the cradle is not cold emptiness or boring vacuum, but an infinitely large and beautiful place — with space, energy and resources enough for everyone, with plenty left over. With its own nebulae, pulsars, dimensions and stories. That the fifth dimension exists, and you don’t need a visa to get there — only curiosity. That a cat in space is not a catastrophe, but a perfectly viable configuration of existence.

Some of them heard it. We could see it in their eyes — that look, when a person glances at the sky just slightly differently than they did five minutes ago.

After the show we didn’t rush back to the ship. We stayed — jammed with the locals. Contact proved productive: the locals can play and are clearly not strangers to cosmic frequencies. Vibrations were exchanged. Everyone was satisfied.

Mission accomplished. Returning to the ship. Until the next EVA.

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