A retelling.

"Voice rolls over. Loud screaming. Silent rage, an attempt to scream without a sound coming out of my mouth. I want to scream. Blaming and crying. Hair pulling. Slamming doors. I think this and I'm straight-up angry. I still hear it. Don't be like that, now relax. Now this, now that."

Such and such were the descriptions of the women*. They were all more and less similar, more and less tired, more and less angry. Most more convinced that there is actually great potential lying dormant where we collectively see it as a mistake. And mistakes need to be corrected. We call it being weak. Exaggerate. Dramatizing. The emotional level. Not strategic. Not reasonable. Not logical. Does not achieve success. No profit. Well.

"Ich hör’ es immer noch (I still hear it)" was a personal as well as historical research on hysterical bodies and their perception. The resulting collection of material from interviews, letter correspondences, literature and web research weaved its way into a radio play: the protagonist Hysterà wanders through her historical narrative, encounters some absurdities and discoveries. Last but not least, she encounters her own rage. The accompanying textile scenography is soft, also warm when lying down for a longer time, can be boxed and touched. It smells faintly of detergent like the collected household textiles that surround the soft absorbent cotton. It reminds of a jellyfish, a punching bag, a therapeutic blanket, a uterus, a heart (...).