Peter Handke: Die Stunde, da wir nichts voneinander wussten. There are many examples of urban places, which are devoid of any people. Some exist on paper only, luckily. But others are for real. Unfortunately, there are too many of these kind of places where one feels like one has overheard the evacuation call. Spaces without people. And then, there is the opposite. People without spaces. Or so it seems at first, when seeing Peter Handkes play “Die Stunde, da wir nichts voneinander wussten”. The title actually is also the script. There is no further text. And there is no stage design either. There are just people crossing the stage. Some faster, some slower. Some limping, some jumping. One is standing, one is falling. One is waiting, one is gazing. Some are together, others not. And so it goes on for over an hour. Its just like life on a well made urban square is. Only, the urban square is not visible. But because of the intense normality of the acting it becomes imaginable. You start to get a feeling for the dimension of this urban plaza. For the kind of facades it might have. The path and zones of the square. The views and accesses to the place. The shops around it. The trees, the birds, the materials on the floor. The sound of walking over it. The place is there, even though its not. The people made it real.