A trip to an uncertain state, 2008
Sound installation, video and photography

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Excerpt from the sound installation A trip to an uncertain state  (Page 1 of 10)

Written by Maj Hasager,
Voice: Katrine Falkenberg

I couldn't sleep for a while – no rest at all. The thought of not being able to move kept me awake. The inability to see the family and the fear of being imprisoned haunted the nightly scenario – I felt I could be seen from all sides, at all times.

In the middle of the night, she is here in an attempt to understand. She has never been to this place before, but feels connected yet disconnected from the situation at the same time.

She is here. This is the present. No noise. No sounds as if someone paused this moment.

Later, she will meet a friend and they will talk about things that are of concern to her. He will call some of her questions typical, coming from a European, but he will patiently explain things that she does not want to hear. Before all this happens she will encounter both radicalism and kindness in random meetings.

I'm here too walking slowly in the night, trying to negotiate a space for my thoughts  and for this dilemma I chose to impose on myself.

First.

In kibbutz close by the sea, In a dark apartment I find myself listening to stories recounted by a lovesick Mossad agent. The only light in the room is a bright orange glow from the electric heater. I try to swallow my paranoia with a sip of coffee, but I keep wondering – as he continues speaking radically: Is there something in my coffee?

He tells me he would never turn  his back against an Arab—you can't trust them.

I slowly close my eyes to avoid the images he keeps producing. Continuing the narration he takes pleasure in talking about the abuse of power that takes place in the name of the state, and how he continued serve in the army for 8 years in a special unit – just because he was and still is addicted to adrenalin – It's the most powerful drug on earth, he reveals to me.

The power to command, to dictate action, is not a matter of freedom but a question of strength or weakness. I read in a text written by Hannah Arendt sometime in the 50s and it stays with me throughout the night.