In childhood, I read some mediocre science fiction story. There was a crew of a spaceship heading to another Galaxy, i.e. when they return (if they return at all), another generation will already be living on Earth. And here the spaceship commander, standing somewhere above, at the entrance to the rocket, detachedly watches as the members of his crew say goodbye to their relatives and loved ones forever. There are red-haired, sociable, cheerful twin brothers – many friends came to see them off, and here “their red heads flicker in a whirlwind of embraces.” The twin brothers will later die, naturally, first of all. But this simple phrase somehow touched me to tears in childhood, and it still touches me now: “Their red heads flicker in a whirlwind of embraces.”
I repeated this performance 4 times – in Ulm, Belgrade, Bremen, and Moscow, as if trying to determine who actually says goodbye, who hugs more boldly. Germans, Serbs, again Germans, and Russians were bewilderedly crowding around my one and only head dyed red. But from this red-haired point, a flower of three more “color” performances seemed to bloom later, a flower of baseboards, the “bare-bottomed Bremen flower”[1]
[1] Leiderman Yu. Their red heads flicker in a whirlwind of embraces [Electronic resource] // Moscow Conceptualism – Access mode to the resource: http://www.conceptualism-moscow.org/page?id=950&lang=ruComment type: Published comment
Author: Yuriy Leiderman
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Leiderman Yu. Their red heads flicker in a whirlwind of embraces [Electronic resource] // Moscow Conceptualism – Access mode to the resource: http://www.conceptualism-moscow.org/page?id=950&lang=ru
