This last post marks the end of the road
for me. I parted ways with Tina and Klaus today in the Timisoara airport. They
will carry on itinerating the Galeria Nowhere through Romania, and then back to
Austria for a last Village, but this is where I hop off the bus.
It seems fitting that the last post was
reserved for the people who have been the source and subject of so many stories
over the past month. However, I find it hard to talk about them without talking
about the Nomadic Village. More than anything, I find it hard to talk about
them without talking about the effect they have had on me. So this is not
really their story, but mine; The story of my month with Klaus Mähring and Tina
Horvath. Most of what I will write is true, that is, true from my point of
view. Feel free to re-tell the story to whomever you want and change it in
whatever way you see fit.
I often say that kindness will take you
anywhere. A lot of people, particularly my family, are very sceptical about
this view of life, and a lot of the time, seem to be waiting on the sidelines
for me to give in and ‘grow up’. This is also the story of how they were proven
wrong. Forever.
For
me, the story of the past month really started last summer. I found a callout
for the Nomadic Village. I knew I was going to be lucky enough to be in Europe
at the time. The callout stated that there was going to be a village in Sophia
in the context of a light-installation art festival, and it all sounded right
up my alley. The guy who signed the callout called himself Klaus, The Captain.
It took all the seriousness I have in my body not to start my first email to
him with “Ahoy Cap!”, but I kept my composure just in case he was some sort of
highly talented but egomaniacal nutter. We discussed a specific project and in
the end I ended up sending him a proper application. If I am completely honest,
I was not very hopeful about it. I’m not really the kind of person who gets the
things they apply for, much less something as cool as this. Mostly, I think, it’s
because my projects tend to be stupidly ambitious and there are very few people
who will trust someone they don’t know to pull them through. I have spent years
hoping someone will just give me a chance, and that’s exactly what Klaus and
Tina did.
So everything was in motion. Two weeks
residency at the Nomadic Village in Sophia, I could hardly wait! And then, on
the day of my arrival in Newcastle, I received an email from Klaus. The village
in Sophia has been cancelled, mainly due to the lack of arts funding generated
by Austria having to plunge their entire arts budget into this year’s
Eurovision -thank you Conchita-. However, Klaus did have a plan, he offered for
me to join the Village in Cerkno, and then join the Galleria Nowhere for two
weeks across the Balkans. I immediately threw my original project out the
window, started crafting a new one, and replied to Klaus with a big, fat YES,
PLEASE!!! It never really crossed my mind that I was quite literally going to
jump in a car with strangers, but when some friends brought it up, I honestly
did not make much of it. For some reason I trusted Klaus from the beginning,
and I was right.
Ever since he came to get me at the pub in
Cerkno –and met Ludwig-, I have felt incredibly comfortable and trusting with
Klaus. He has a way of dealing with people which immediately puts you at ease.
He just smiles and treats you like part of the family. And that’s it. For
better or worse, he is one of the people who will love you and trust you until
proven wrong. I used to be the same way, then somewhere along the line I got a
little tougher –after being proven wrong several times-. Then I bounced back,
thinking I would rather be disappointed a million times than become a sceptic
of human kindness. I also have grown very aware of how rare it is to find that
same attitude in others, and maybe that’s the reason why I trusted Klaus, even
before I met him.
Tina is a whole different cup of tea. I was
a little scared of her when we first met. She is very direct. She will tell you
what she thinks, and not have a problem if you disagree. The scary bit is that
sometimes she sounds too direct. She is simply being honest, but I can see how
some people could struggle with that assertiveness. As I said, it took me a
couple of days to overcome my fear of Tina, but then I saw some qualities in
her that washed any fears away. Tina –and Klaus too, but in a more immediate
manner- is one of those people who suffer from infinite kindness syndrome –I
also call it infinite heart syndrome, in case you read the Spanish version. If
she regards you as someone with your own brain, a decent amount of common sense,
and no ill will towards anyone/thing, that’s it, you’re in. She will do anything for you. I began to see it,
particularly with Klaus and Anna. It didn’t take long for me to be on the
receiving end of that kindness too.
All through the village they were there,
ready and able in case anyone needed anything. Half hosting, half making their
own work, they were the background puppet masters that make the Nomadic Village
a success. Now, this is very important, because no matter what you have read so
far, there is one thing that must be clear. Klaus and Tina are by no means a
couple of hippies. They are no saints either -it just happens to be that their
way of thinking fits mine, and that’s how we ended up getting on so well-. The
thing is that not all is love and peace at Nomadic Village. We are there to
become a community of artists working within an established community –a
village within a village-, but the working part is key (even if there are no
visible outcomes), and the village, as a social structure has a hierarchy.
Klaus is the Mayor, and Tina the NGO. It is not a democracy, but a
dictatorship, because at the end, the Nomadic Village (in Klaus’ own words) is
a social sculpture. So, just as the Nomadic Village is a village within a
village, the artists are producing artwork whilst being a part of Klaus and
Tina’s artwork. As long as you understand that, all is fine. If you don’t
understand that (and this is my opinion), you should re-read the brief and get
with the program. It’s a pretty good program and not really tough to follow.
Needless to say, managing a group of people
takes an emotional toll. Everyone is different, and whether you agree with what
they do or not, you still have an emotional attachment, and those relationships
and emotions sometimes get to be too much. After Cerkno ended, Klaus and Tina
were emotionally exhausted, and the days off were mainly so they could sort
themselves out, because they still have a long road ahead.
It was at that time that I got to know them
better. I also got to understand my position better. I am the first artist to
be invited to travel with them. Normally artists get invited to the villages,
not the travelling. Also, because Eurovision sucked the life out of their arts
funding, most of this year’s funding for Nomadic Village was put up by them.
This means in very simple terms, that I am only here because these two artists
believe in their project so much that they put the last of their savings into
it. And in this case, the project includes me. They really took a gamble with
me, and I sincerely hope it paid off. If they had not kept me and carried me
with them this past month, there is no way I could have found the cash to pay
for it myself. This project has re-affirmed my thoughts on kindness, but it has
also raised new questions, particularly about our society’s glorification of
private property. Tina’s perspective that it’s hard to understand how someone
can own land has shifted my paradigms. For me the deception of people owning
land and restricting passage is simply something that we had to deal with. Now
I gladly see that it’s not that simple. I also have seen how it can quickly be
subverted. Ironically, hospitality, smiles and yet again, kindness are the best
weapons against those nihilist brains that only believe in an arbitrary set of
rules without questioning them. And if you don’t believe me, go ahead and ask
the Croatian police in Badlejvina. Our last day there, they came to kick us
out- private property. After smiling and offering cake to the two uniformed
officers, reinforcements came in. Creepy, spooky, dodgy-looking guys in
civilian dress and rather large hand-guns. A few un-welcome jokes, a rejected
cake, a lot of Croatian growling versus us smiling. Eventually they get in the
bus, and its over. As soon as they climb the steps they turn into little kids
with a new toy. We won. We always knew we’d win. Klaus and Tina taught me that.
This month has also made me think of my
living status. I often saw myself as displaced. The granddaughter of
immigrants, you don’t get raised in the local way, but you don’t get raised in
the way of the motherland either. Somehow you never fit in, anywhere. I have
always thought that maybe because of my displaced and wandering tendencies, I
would always be homeless. In some way forced to create a home in whatever place
I chose to live in, but without real roots anywhere. Shortly before I started
this project, I realised that I do have a home, two of them in fact. Because
home is made up by your people, and I have people. Good, kind-hearted, honest
people, who I am proud to call friends and family in both sides of the
Atlantic. The paradox is that by the time I realised I don’t have just one, but
two homes, I also realised I am essentially homeless. This is because my living
situation is rather volatile due to my current financial conditions –I simply
can’t afford rent- and so I am currently, and for the foreseeable future,
sponging off my friends.
This paradoxical situation stems from the
difference between an emotional place I can call home, and a physical place I
can call my own, private haven. Over the past month, this haven home has been
my tent –which ironically is not mine either-, but I have started to think of
how little physical space I really need to be comfortable, and that maybe that
space does not have to be attached to a surface of land. Maybe a moving space
–yes, I am very much thinking of my parent’s camper van if they want to take
the hint- is more suitable to the ways in which I understand the notion of
home.
I only parted with Tina and Klaus today,
and the experience of the residency will probably start to decant as time moves
on. But so far I can feel a strong shift on the way I view my own mobility, and
the politics within that, and that is 100% thanks to them. As I said a little
earlier, I have seen them deal with large amounts of emotional stress. I truly
hope my presence managed to help them through. Sometimes you need to give
people space, others you just need to lend an ear. I hope I managed somehow to
be a source of support. I have also witnessed the infinite kindness of people
we have met along the way. This past weekend, Srdjan and Biljana from Subotica
–via Sombor- took us into their home. Ironically, the best thing that could
happen to us was to not get a parking permit for Novi Sad, and to spend an
extra day in their home in Subotica, sitting in their back yard, and petting
(constantly) their two dogs and cat. They are friends with Klaus from the time
they were working with Art Klinica in Novi Sad about 4 or 5 years ago. Their
love of Klaus was immediately shared to Tina and I, no questions asked and
again, I am only left with the maths:
Over the past three months I have had a
roof thanks to my friends. I got my old job back, so I could support myself for
the time in Newcastle, again, no questions asked. Tina and Klaus have allowed
me be a part of their project and meanwhile showed me a region of the world I
would have otherwise nor seen, but most importantly, they have shared their
world and their ways of viewing home with me, and that is priceless. When I
return to Chile, I will live with friends whose generosity is, once again,
boundless –they also suffer from infinite heart syndrome-. And these are just
the biggest, most evident and practical cases. But I always try and treat my
friends how they deserve: with love, and time, and respect. And even though I
hate to ask for help –and sincerely try not to abuse it-, I hardly have to say
anything and they are all ready, willing, and able to help.
Kindness truly does get you anywhere. In
Chile they say that friends are worth more than money. I don’t look at it that
way, just as I don’t think my own kindness is taking me anywhere. It’s the
kindness of others, which I wish to learn from and hopefully pay forward. I
don’t see how I will ever get to repay the kindness I have received and am
still receiving. One thing I know for sure is that Tina and Klaus possess the
scarcest type: kindness towards strangers. Parting with them at the airport was
unbelievably sad. I waited for my bus for an hour, and after thinking that the
despondency generated by the wait would make the rest of the day easier, the
bus drove by the parking where the Town Hall and caravan were parked, as if to
give me a chance to say a last goodbye and finally shed a couple of very choked
tears. Strangers. The word already felt off when I started writing this post. I
can’t see how these two people could ever have been strangers at one point. I
would sooner call them friends, if not family. And the truth is that it does
not matter if I have a home or not. Whatever part of the world I find myself
in, there will always be a home in it for them.