I'm not afraid of falling down
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It’s not my place, I’m not belong here, I’m not familiar with the culture, I don’t speak the language, but once in a while I wander if my great parents were here before me, in the past. I had this vision from time to time of them transported by a train to Buchenwald, all the way from Transylvania.
One day, we decided to walk this long moody way from my flat to Buchenwald camp, as we walked, I’m sure I heard voices, people spoke to me, calling my name
“Maayan, Maayan! Maayan!”
The past emerges into the present and dissipates again like a storytelling.
This video shows me moving in Bus number 6, a regular bus that is used daily in Weimar city, Germany. Its final station is the concentration camp Buchenwald.
I use my body as a tool to explore my belonging to the place I’m in. By using my body weight, I prevent myself from falling down on my way to Buchenwald.