HOMO HUMUS- Kuhfladenphilosophische Hoffnungsfunken

"Remember, man, that you are made of humus and will return to humus!"
whisper millions of microorganisms, fungal networks and earthworms, which form a life-affirming symbiosis in a cow dung.

In an era of supposedly superior Homo Sapiens, "Homo Humus" rises as a new planetary hope: a hybrid species, equipped with android abilities and paired with Heidi's modesty.
With his motto "From Humanism to Humusism", will he succeed in steering the fragile balance between power and freedom, closeness to nature and infatuation with AI, diversity and equality into calmer waters and in launching the urgently needed update of the French Revolution?
Will Homo Humus allow real communities to flourish, emancipate themselves from the seduction of capital and recognize the difference between freedom and leisure, instead of just dreaming of jetting around the world?

The satirical cabaret "Homo Humus" was inspired on the one hand by today's thinkers such as Yuval Harari or Thomas Piketty, and on the other hand by the fate of the lower class in Bregaglia in the last century. This consisted mainly of Italian Catholic small farmers, who did not know the circular economy as a term, but exemplified it every day by means of rusty, bent nails. Or on the basis of sheep's wool, which was gradually turned into sweaters. Or the old cow that replaced the engine on the hay wagon and was respectfully bid farewell by the whole family after its last breath, gratefully chewing its tongue, rib or last tail vertebra at the table.

The play is a humorous and loving plea for a confident and courageous vision of the future. Starting from our ancestors, it picks up on today's AI-influenced global political conditions and finds surprisingly spontaneous and wonderfully unconventional food for thought.
Sparks of hope for a new political, religious and financial distribution of power are scattered between cultural-historical, garden-philosophical and urban-economic observations of everyday life.
Sensitive retrospectives alternate with creative ideas at high speed, which puts the thinking muscles as well as the laughing muscles to the extreme.


Will Homo Humus lose themselves cheerfully in virtual realities and at the same time celebrate their closeness to nature with esoteric cow dung rituals?
Is the colonization of Mars in an airless, minus 30° cold, solar storm-whipped atmosphere the more pleasant future scenario than staying on Earth with vegan mountain boots and mind-expanding humus therapy?

Think close to the earth. Laugh heartily. Courageously hope.
Between dung, microbes and questions of power.

Oeil extérieur: Lorenzo Polin
Production: Klibühni Chur