Rainer Gratzke or The Red Car
by Jens Rachut
His body is irremediably filled with metastases, and with medicine that has not managed to destroy them. His outlook is bleak; his room looks out onto a railway depot. Warm yellow light on metal and broken stones, and men standing on the backs of goods wagons. Some of them appear to be steaming, as they wait impassively for the wagons to be bumped into place.
RAINER GRATZKES HAVE NEVER SURRENDERED / WE AREN’T HEROES, NOR ARE WE FIGHTERS / BECAUSE WE DON’T KNOW HOW / NEVER MIND, THEN I’M TOO STUPID TO SURRENDER / THERE ARE WORSE THINGS IN LIFE / AND THERE ARE BETTER THINGS, SUCH AS NOTHING.
Unbelieving asshole, you failed on the last yards! You deserve death! Let it come now. Wait for the cocktail to work. Tastes of feet and rust. Time to eat? Why eat? Better give me a nice drop of something, something to make me dream, to fantasize. That’s what I need, on the rocks. Tinkle, tinkle – not possible I’m afraid, the pills…
Jens Rachut, punk, singer, songwriter, author, actor, director, has written a wild ride through the last hour of a patient in palliative care, and will direct it himself in the MalerSaal.