It prowls the alleys.
It rustles through the streets.
It thunders across the squares.
You can smell it in the air.
And then.
suddenly, he stands before you
The great cult leader on his imposing metal cart
His only follower, despite strange deformities, bears striking resemblance to us.
In half an hour the world will end.
You can still join
But time is ticking medley.

“Gajes” makes gaudy street theater
We combine shudder with humor
Nonsensical drivel with meaningful danger
Hieronymus Bosch-like scenes with a modern fin de siècle feel
A musical cacophony with deathly silence

 

CREDITS

concept & acting   Norbert Busschers en Maarten van den Berg