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MAYGROVE ROAD DEATH TRIP

Admitted on 27 April 2009. Town of London: ‘Young woman and man. Ages undeclared. Hungarians. No children. Crossed the channel four years ago. (…) Fair circumstances. First symptoms began several years ago. In winters they become low spirited. Some say they have been acted strangely. Melancholy and desire to avoid people. (…) They have been taken photographs and cut them out. Animated them. Sometimes hang images on walls, send disquieting films abroad. Think they have visual power of saving people. (…) Their families are afraid of them although they have never attempted to injure anyone.’

[ London, Kilburn district, 2009 'Domestic Infelicity' Record Book
(Dr. M. Stuntman), p. 277 ]

Photo: Domestic Infelicity
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DIARY OF MALFUNCTION

3 October – There are only walls where I live. On the left, on the right. Above and down below. Dizzy walls without the knowledge of ‘straight’.

28 January – The room rearranged through insomnia: a morning revelation.

21 February – I feel for the third time how the room strains and slacks. The ache of the white muscular.

27 March – Surrounded by the geometrical space I wonder whether my body will be transformed if I do not use it. If only I could reduce myself to evens and edges.

5 April – I am cutting myself out from here. Through the wound of the wall, the warm viscera of the house.

27 April – I stretch my body. Nothing comes up against me. The perspective – as a vision – finally breaks off.

Photo and Text: Sarolta Szabo
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LIPSYNCH

A pair of gloves against radiation. Uniform – heat-resistant. Glasses – unbreakable. She wanted to make sure of her protection. What if she doesn’t survive? What if she’s the only one unprepared? Who knows where they come from and in what numbers? They can knock on her door anytime. At least I should look good – she thought.

She took a bow, flexing her muscles to be able to concentrate. She pictured the planet to herself, but all she could make out was a spherical form. She was unsatisfied with both herself and science…

This is going to be the last one – she kept thinking, although she knew the worst was yet to come, but her mind became absent and the meaning of words vanished into the darkness. This is going to be the last one – they said to her, but she wouldn’t understand it anymore.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I adore you, I want you, I adore you, I love you, I adore you. I’d like to be sweating underneath you… Same show every night. I wish I woke up on the Moon, and… – she was thinking, but fell asleep instead of carrying on walking towards the crater.

Minor difference, but visible, she concluded. The following day she bought a tape to measure it. The difference was by all means decreasing. By two, three millimeters, even four on a bad day. In the beginning she was trying to ignore it. She would move the armchair back in its original position, but later on gave up having realized it didn’t make any sense as the distance from the screen was becoming smaller and smaller every day.

She could spend the whole day staring at her hands. She was hoping to catch the moment her nail making its move forward. Nothing happend, however. It is rather likely to happen when she is not paying attention. This made her sad. Maybe, she is not control of her own body after all.

Photo: Sarolta Szabo
Text: Domestic Infelicity
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EXPERIMENTAL HOUSING ESTATE

I have been living in a housing estate for 26 years. I don’t know anyone around here, all I can hear noises from the neighborhood.

There are a hundred flats in the block. I live at flat No.55, on the 6th floor. Above my bed are two airways crossing each other. Never before have I met the people living next door and I don’t even know who is living on the next floor.

Quite  a few times I’ve got the feeling that there is something wrong with the height I’m living at spending the time of my life, and I come to realize that I don’t have the faintest idea of what I see each time when I look out the window.

It is only in the elevator where I can see people, but it’s like I meet each and every person only once in a lifetime. Been watching them for some time. To be precise, for two weeks and three days.

I’ve hidden a small detective camera over my heart in my coat, by the means of which I can document the encounters without being noticed. At night I place the camera in the lamp-shell of the elevator; sometimes I take a voice-recorder with me.

At night I go searching through rubbish bins, even force mail boxes open sometimes. I keep a file of those being observed.

On the first day of my investigation the sight of the resident I met first made me shiver with cold, which was followed by the exposition. I went on working according to the method described above all day long. At the break of down I arrived home after a magnificent night without a twinge of conscience.

Photo, Drawing and Text: Sarolta Szabo
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OBSERVATION

Photo: Sarolta Szabo
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STATE OF JOY

Photo: Sarolta Szabo
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UNFINISHED STORIES FROM BERLIN

Having had a fall out with the director, the artists and the hired cast, Barbara Glossfeldt, the actress locked herself up in her dressing room and hang herself. In her new movie Barbara was to have played the role of the famous serial killer, Renata Hutor.
Renata Hutor, publicly known as the Trodelmarkt Vampire, had slaughtered as many as 40 individuals over the last 23 years and stored their blood in glasses.
On Barbara Glossfeldt’s death Hutor reflected this way, ‘I feel sympathy for what happened Ms. Glossfeldt. It must be extremely difficult to impersonate me. Nonetheless, I find her fairly ordinary actress. If my life is insisted on being put on a movie, I’d rather choose someone with more skills and more qualified.

Tragically quickly as she passed away, Lya Schermetto left two kids behind. Lya who had come to be known as Johanna Shoborg was admitted to the film industry in Berlin a year ago and soon became a central figure there.
Even in her first role ‘The Daughter of the Tyrannosaurus’ she gave a brilliant performance, but only ‘The Monster of Ostbahnhof’ brought her fame, fortune and the undivided admiration of both critics and the audience.
They started shooting the ‘Citadel of Potzdamerplatz’ and ‘Mechanogodzilla in the Hamburgerbahnhof’ in May. On 23 June, a dragon head-shaped plaster mock-up 5 meters in diameter perviously placed as the part of the set on the roof of a building fell off burying Lya Schermetto and two another members of cast. They all died immediately. Or almost immediately…

Photo: Sarolta Szabo
Text: Tibor Banoczki