Romeo Kaltenbrunner mit "Heimweh"

In the organizer's words:

Romeo has to go home, from Vienna to Upper Austria. Grandma is dying. Once again. For Romeo, the trip to his home village is also a journey back in time to his own childhood and youth. He meets his old childhood sweetheart again, whom he was unfortunately not allowed to kiss back in his school days. Her family had forbidden it. A bit because Romeo had the wrong skin color. But mainly because he had too few hectares (note: zero).

At home in the village, Romeo attends a tent festival where the same band is still playing as 15 years ago, and where the same Nazis still want to beat him up as 15 years ago. It's wonderful when some things in life just stay the same.

Surrounded by the smell of grilled chicken and slightly drunk on a whole box of Jägermeister, Romeo becomes nostalgic. Should he not return to Vienna in the end, where the people are more liberal - but unfortunately also more bland? Isn't the village here his true home? What is home anyway? Can you be proud of your homeland if you don't know your own father?

In his second cabaret program "HEIMWEH", Romeo Kaltenbrunner talks about growing up in the countryside and what it's like to look more foreign than your own family name and dialect would suggest.

Director: Jürgen Marschal; Photo: Isabella Aust

www.romeokaltenbrunner.com

The event is part of our irregular "Wiener Blut" series. From 2004 to 2013, the Rosenau organized the annual "Wiener Woche" festival together with Theater Rampe, Theaterhaus, Literaturhaus and Laboratorium. The idea was to look to Vienna/Austria for a week and invite cabaret artists, writers, authors and theater productions from there to Stuttgart. The "Wiener Blut" series is now taking up this idea again. Throughout the year, various Austrian cabaret artists will present their programs at the Rosenau: Social, political and interpersonal issues will be brought to the stage in a cabaret-entertaining way! And everything is a little more biting, wicked, ironic, distorted and often more poetic than in Germany.