Son of a Preacherman
Actor
International Man of Mystery
Born in Upper Bavaria as a child of Silesian-Polish immigrant hermit crabs who, in search of a new shell, had found their way to a small village called Bergen, not far from Lake Chiemsee. "Where danger is, the saving also grows" thought probably those Crustacea after they had interpreted the meaning of the town sign with the help of a dictionary as "Bergen-Rescue-Salvage in Bergen".
As the son of a charming catholic preacher and a graceful cat, I was blessed with the grace of God and the words of the Lord, as well as suppleness, elegance, and a quiet melancholy and longing for the lost homeland. After all, this is considered an inherited part of the character, even for those who have never seen Silesia.
Also called the "Gold Village", Bergen is known for three things above all: Its cable car, a fake Rockefeller, and a wolf. As well as its proximity to the hunting lodge of the fairy tale king of Bavaria, also known as the "Kini". Inspired by a fairy-tale environment, growing up between cultures, languages and dialects, I developed early into a shape-shifter, moving back and forth between worlds.
As the "little water man," I was convinced I was growing webbed fingers and developed an appetite for watercress with frogspawn. As the "little ghost" I wanted to sleep exclusively in an old wooden chest, and when I became "Pippi Longstocking" I forced my poor cat mother to call the Munich zoo to see if there were any squirrel monkeys for sale.
Then I was seized by this mysterious longing for America, the land of my true ancestors. I built wigwams, caught fish, began to set traps and wanted to shoot birds with a bow and arrow I had carved myself. Admittedly, I had been adopted by these Silesian-Polish emigrants. But I was drawn to the hunting grounds of my actual ancestors the Blackfoot, possibly the Crow. My older brothers, on the other hand, would probably have liked to sell me to Egypt as a child. Deep is the well of the past.
Years later, I actually set out for America to learn the art of acting. On the beaches of California, however, I found that there is a price tag on everything in this country. Even on the bushes and trees.
Berlin! First steps on the theater stage. Ovid's Metamorphoses. Odd jobs, bleak midwinter tales. Basics of the art of acting. At the same time learning an honest profession. Where the neuroses bloom I wanted to be a landscape gardener. Realized that gardeners are to nature what Hitler was to the Weimar Republic. The end of a dream of freedom.
Attempts at rescue. Auditions at drama schools. In the end, I have a choice: To search for the sunken city of Vineta on Usedom - the "Alcatraz of actors" - under the guidance of Frank Castorf's arch-enemy. Or to leave this cursed place again and instead sign on at the Film University Potsdam Babelsberg. I followed the call of the film world. So I studied the great and little world, until in the end I let it carry on. Cause that's the way aha aha God likes it.
"I want to remain an eternal mystery to myself and others"
("Da Kini" aka the artist formerly known as Ludwig II).