Journey on an endless dead-end siding. Did the train leave with or without us? Who knows? To wait for the answer. Without an end. It is in vain. ‘Nothing’ happens on the stage.

Somewhere, some day, maybe in a waiting hall, maybe after the apocalypse, two people meet. One of them, who is over everything, listens, takes notes, because he finds people interesting. The other comes and goes, dies and rises from the dead. It is damn melancholic. With their absurd rhythms, they are on their ways, they travel, round and round, straight ahead.

Theatre Tetrapiloktomie was established in Berlin in 1999. After saying goodbye to the retired railman, Elemér Kovács, László Klapcsik was very sad. Then he met Wolf Dieckmann, an acknowledged exponent of pataphysics. Together they realised the necessity of founding a new theatre. Fumbling along the boundary of fine art and theatre, they found a lot of whatnots chucked away (a saw, a long expired tin of sardines, a tea kettle with a hole in it, and so on). These objects became decisive items in their later work.