I. ACT  

Edda and Albert, sisters and brothers living in one room with one window.

Edda and Albert sit on the chairs directly before the window, most time look it by binoculars.  

 

Albert:           Albert: There is nothing higher… than the art… nothing is so high... we don´t do anthing without thinking about the art, my dear sister! Our thinking is reproduced by large ideas… still a few beautiful pieces of furniture, Edda, and our room and the work of artwill be finished, our room full with all the nice things. In the life one must have the feeling that one completed somewhat finally. We must be able to say openly whether we are weak or strong for the art… Edda, I feel in air again a big day, perhaps we in one week we will be already finished and then…

Edda:             Edda: And then...? Again and again, the whole life consists only of these two words…  Daily we repeat it and fulfill this clear and humiliating truth "and then". We do always the same, everything repeat ourselves, without we noticing it… I don´t feel anything! 

Albert:  No   Albert:  There is no time for your jokes or whatever, stop the kidding…  

Edda:             Edda: I am today bored, and again will be very hot!

Albert:           Albert: Already bored... again hot! You are always impudent! You are as impudent like your father, he was so cheeky… In the summer is too hot and in the winter too cold you! For the highest, and that is the art, we must victim ourselves, always! We sacrifice us for a good purpose, Edda. Do you already understand it? Up to the end we must have the greatest achievement… we are like the artists, Edda, like the artists! They must suffer too, first, and then after suffering comes the completion and easement, such impulse are also in us…

                        Silence  

Edda:  The most boring pastime… I smell my sweat!  

Albert:           Albert:  Edda! You are impudent like your father, you! your dearest brother in each case with ingratitude recompenced! Don't you see, what we have here created? Come to me and place yourself this way… 

Albert:             He strokes her

                        Albert: Edda, we live for the highest! On it already hangs the sweat of the generations! Break. The spirit meets one another! We are a soul and a thought.  

Edda:            Edda: You were always an ill-bred and barefaced, vagrant… however your spirit, I admire your strength, your conviction for the higher things… the boldness, strength and the goal in the eye what you have is admirable! In a such way can we fulfill our common and lucky life... Soon we will finish our goal, our room well become masterpiece and we become artists! We determine the highest goal. And then? After this goal… which goal comes then after fullfilling this beautiful goal? 

Albert:           Albert: Then comes a new goal. After the old goal comes a new goal, which is very similar to the old.

Silence

Albert:           Albert:  Edda, look! a table stands there! with the binoculars from the window! To Edda: Go, run! Fast! Why haven´t you seen it  before? The man…

 Albert and Edda look perplex from the window.

Edda:              Edda: Albert! Look! What the man makes with the table, he destroys… it…  it... our table!

 Albert:  Yes, he smashed him to pieces!

  They cry.

Edda:             Albert: These heartless acts of just heartless and cruel humans, who think, they have an upper rule over the mute things of this world, as mutely, quietly and peacefully the table there, it waited for us, because all things in this environment wait for us! Humans show power straight in the fact that they destroy the things, they smashed them.. and…

Albert:           It hears itself to howl on however who others destroyes, destroyes also himself. Edda, not howl water, we will put into practice…

Edda:              Edda: Such a beautiful table, on roles, which became here - she points to the small refrigerator we would have fit it here, the refrigerator..would place on the table  and the lower file for coffee machines would use.

Albert:           Albert: Who comes too late, punishes the life… to quote around my famous quotation!

Edda:             … Such a bitter life  

Albert:             … However we are there, Edda!

Edda:              Albi, I admire you!  

Break

Albert:        How do I admire you, Edda!

Edda:          My dear Albi, what could be   my world without yours…

Albert:           And my without yours…  

                        they embrace themselves  

Edda:             

                        (an excerpt)