Zsuzsanna Bicskei graduated from the Theatre Academy in Târgu Mureş. She worked in Subotica and Novi Sad, now she is a member of Tamási Áron Theatre in Sfântu Gheorghe. In the past few years she made a couple of solo performaces. Her dance style was mainly influenced by Pina Bausch, Josef Nadj and butoh.  

”Postscript: It's 3 days after the Chernobyl-shock. In Voivodina the dairy products have disappeared from the stores. There are rumors that the lake in Palic has been contaminated by radioactive rain.
It's a warm April afternoon. There's a lounging crowd on the main square. I start walking from the synagogue, my hands and feet are charred-black, my face is covered with gauze, my orange-red jumpsuit flaps in the wind. I'm Butoh-walking, at a snail's pace, across the town, towards the town hall. At first there is silence, then excited whispering. I can barely see, I'm just trying to head in the right direction. At the beginning only a few people approach, then there's a crowd around me. They talk to me and each other in Serbian and Hungarian, trying to guess who or what I am. A guy grabs me and begins an awkward waltz, but he feels the skin and bones beneath the jumpsuit and he pushes me away. Dosao je iz svemira (it's a space alien) - shouts someone. Unable to comprehend or understand, the crowd pushed me around. The story of my life in a nutshell, as constant as the radiation around Chernobyl.”

”During his Butoh lessons, Ikko Tamura told me that approx. 70% of the human body is water. His exercises were partly based on this fact. When I encountered the Pacific Ocean (which, at the time, was indeed peaceful), I sensed 3 things. Ikko was there with me and I told him about this: I am still a part of the vast depth... it's calling me back into the great below... a defenseless giant, and we have caused it nothing but pain and sorrow.
A teardrop contains the entire ocean, with all its immeasurable pain, like a single gram from the material of a neutron star can weigh several tons. I have seen a documentary where Asian fishermen chopped off the fins of a baby shark and threw it back into the water to die, only for the sake of some soup that would be served in a fancy restaurant.
The lines of Ottó Tolnai's poetry tell us of a sea which has ceased to exist in this dimension; all that's left here are sounds and emotional landscapes, sounds from the timeless, bottomless well of the subconscious. And if those ’in the deep’ keep dying mutely, it happens to me as well, because chronicles are not written by conquerors, but by emotions, in syllables that reach beyond language.”
(Zsuzsanna Bicskei)

performed by: Zsuzsanna Bicskei
music: Robert Rich & B. Lustmord, Alan Wilder, Mihály Dresch Dudás

The performance is managed and supported by MASZK Association.