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NFA<br />
P.112<br />
Nina Folkersma, Amsterdam.<br />
ADMITTED<br />
1. HE WAS THERE FOR ONE YEAR. TWELVE MONTHS, TWO WEEKS AND ONE DAY,<br />
TO BE EXACT.<br />
He tells me that it went wrong in Paris. That then he had gone back to Denmark.<br />
And that there he was admitted to the psychiatric ward of a hospital in Copenhagen.<br />
The Rigshopitalet. The same hospital where the Danish filmmaker Lars von Trier<br />
had made his twelve part soap-slash-horror television series, The Kingdom. I can<br />
imagine how he wandered through the labyrinthian corridors of that enormous<br />
building, which once was the most advanced hospital in the Kingdom of Denmark.<br />
And I wonder if he, too, heard the screams of the dead girl, Mary, the illegitimate<br />
daughter of one of the hospital’s founders, the infamous Dr. Krüger — the girl<br />
who people here say was murdered by her own father in 1919. They say that the<br />
psychiatric patients in The Kingdom can still hear her screaming to this day.<br />
He tells me more. Says that in retrospect he realized that it had in fact already started<br />
at the age of five. The ups and the downs. By the time he was admitted at the age of<br />
32, his condition was, as he himself puts it, ‘pretty heavy’. The light tone in which he<br />
states this makes me suspect that the term is rather euphemistic at that. Again I<br />
try to imagine it. What it must be like to feel like Superman one moment — flying<br />
above the earth in your red and blue suit, cape waving — and crashing to the ground<br />
the next. Feeling pulverized by a world that is suddenly as dark and obscure as<br />
Batman's Gotham City. I am reminded of my own adolescent years, the period in<br />
which I went through a heavy identity crisis and identified with — "himmelhoch<br />
jauchzend, zu Tode betrübt" — the young Werther or with Madame Bovary.<br />
His Sturm-und-Drang periods usually recurred once every six months. In a ‘good<br />
year’ each of these periods lasted for two, three months. The energetic periods<br />
were fantastic, naturally. The things that he could do then! His production was<br />
phenomenal. Those phases more than compensated for the lethargic months<br />
when nothing emerged from his hands. Again I see him flying, the world at his<br />
feet. And I try to imagine that one perfect moment, right before the fall. That<br />
moment when the air falls out from beneath your wings, but you still remain<br />
floating. That serene peace, when time seems to stand still for an infinite<br />
moment. But then comes the fall, inevitably.