Trashbus #6 Summer is a Ghost from the Past Friday, Sept 28th, 2018 ǀ 8.00 p.m. ǀ Sputnik Kino Berlin Admission free, donations welcome! Photo exhibition: Summer is a Ghost from the Past (Renata Britvec) Film screening: Do (Not) Vacation (Renata Britvec/OV EN) Concert: Johnny Zabala (Blues/Garage/R ’n’ R) With the arrival of autumn at... Continue Reading →
04.11.2016, 8 p.m. @ Sputnik Kino Berlin Reading: "Balkan Love" (Renata Britvec) Film screening: "Gangster of Love" (documentary directed by Nebojša Slijepčević) In matters of love, there is complete chaos in the Balkans, maybe even more than anywhere else. First love surprises you, then it tortures you and eventually, it flies the coop. Sometimes it... Continue Reading →
“Inšallah Madona, Inšallah” (reading) & Lungo te ´trais (concert) Friday, September 25th 2015 @ Sputnik Kino Berlin-Kreuzberg Bus owner Renata B. will read her German translation of Miljenko Jergović's story „Idžtihad“. The story is the intimate account of a man lead by his own violence - until a song, a bag of oranges, too much alcohol... Continue Reading →
So, guys. I survived my first reading. October 24th, Sputnik Kino Berlin. Thank God a friend of mine came to visit and took care of me. I was so excited I actually fell ill the day before the reading. I had a sore throat, swollen tonsils, a runny nose and a fever that felt like... Continue Reading →
Lichtspielklub Spezial @ Sputnik Kino Berlin-Kreuzberg Films, texts and music from a land far away Friday, 24.10.2014 8.30 p.m. I am proud to announce my first reading, which will take place in the bar of Berlin's famous independent movie theater Sputnik Kino! I will read from my collection of texts: Stories about a grandma who... Continue Reading →
Today would have been Charles Bukowski’s 94th birthday. I remember the first Bukowski novel I read, „Hollywood“. I was about 20 years old and sure I had discovered a writer who would be there with me for the rest of my life. I loved Chinaski’s and his girlfriend’s visit over at the posh house in L.A.... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, about seven years old maybe, my mother wanted me to learn and play the accordion. I refused, as I refused almost anything related to the cultures of my home countries. Instead, I learned to play the flute, the alto recorder, the violin, electric bass, cajon and castanets in the course of... Continue Reading →
So, Berlin is famous for its urban and hip streetwear. But what happens with the clothes after they have been disposed of? Where do they go when no one wants them anymore, not even the vintage store just around the corner? They hang out in the streets, telling jokes and stories.
My friend Tabea advised me to look up every once in a while. Here's what I found while inspecting what there is above me. And if you would like to check out Tabea's work, visit Tabea's website.
There’s a lot of crazy people in Berlin. One of them is my neighbor. I can’t describe my neighbor because I have never seen her. I only know her voice. Her voice is hovering in our backyard like a banshee’s wail. Constantly. With interruptions, of course. The backyard is closed in between four houses. I... Continue Reading →