Whistle While You Work is based on one of my mother’s stories as a teenager at Auschwitz extermination camp.
She describes the panic of having to strip naked on arrival and, while running, she is forced to grab something to wear from a large pile of random clothes.
In this piece I try to convey the surreal and unimaginable absurdity of such events taking place at Auschwitz.
We dance to Mozart’s ‘March of the Gypsies’. This was a piece the Jewish orchestra was forced to play at Auschwitz while the prisoners marched to their own death.
Whistle While You work
Mum in the middle
Schnell, schnell, run, run
Mum & Dad and the inconceivable absurdity of it