Our play has become our reality. A true fiction. Some of us thought that we should branch out and produce our own play on the world stage. Most of us didn‘t want to take part and felt the whole idea was rather stupid. What emerged was a nationalistic, hubristic yarn, performed by a group of suitclad, sweetspoken clowns, with folds of money sticking out of every pocket. They told a simplistic metaphor of the modern viking who true to his roots was on the rampage; not by raping women and ransacking villages, but by buying everything and everyone for any amount that was asked. The higher the better. The clowns peddled our culture and wasted a hard-earned trust; a trust that had slowly accumulated over centuries and was now wasted in a moment. Left behind is a nation filled with unease, even shame, towards the rest of the world.
Translated into English by Lynnette Polcyn
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