© Griet Vloebergh

Unknown is unloved. Flanders? Wallonia? Brussels? On all sides of the language border there are quite a few clichés regarding those strange ‘others’. Newspapers write one thing, the television news tells us another, politicians choke on their own certainties. And history becomes a clouded barrel, from which everyone draughts what most suits them.
Four characters flounder in this barrel of half historical facts and preconceived truths. They throw around clichés and twisted logic, and joyfully receive it all back in their face like a boomerang. The Walloon undergoes a crash course in short-track to rid him of his laziness. And the over-achieving Flemish gets served with unabridged sex to subdue his workdrive.

“Mister History burgled my head tonight. Fantastic. He punched a hole in it, so that I would forget everything that was. I said to him: Steal everything and hang it all out to dry. My brain. My language. My stomach filled with mussels and my abdominal membrane riddled with bullet holes of resistance. And now I’m lying here, empty…
But luckily I still have my tattoos: a lion above my nipple, a cockerel on my belly and a lily on my ass. And the lion roars, the cock crows and the lily in my ass wilts. With all their might they try to break free so they can get at each others throats and scream: Walloon rat, fascist Flamoutch and Brussels bourgeois.”

By and with: Manah Depauw, Jean-Benoît Ugeux, Sara Vertongen, Joris Van den Brande
Concept + Direction: Ivan Vrambout
Running mate: Paul Pourveur
Dramaturgy: Bart Capelle & Ivo Kuyl
Scenography: Olivia Mortier
Lighting design: Pierre Willems
Costumes: Olivia Mortier & Rosalie Stevens
Production: KVS in collaboration with Action Malaise
Première: 1, 2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 10 December 2005, at 20:30h (KVS, Brussels)
Language: Dutch + French