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Flyer “Fight Club”

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Author: Tobias Roeder, Saskia Lange, Nick Fritz

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Fight Club Flyer

Fight Club Flyer

by Felix Steinmetzer, Stefan Ebert and Johannes Völkner

chapter 1-5

The first chapter is the strangest one. You don´t really get an idea of the story. The next chapters relate more together and you get into the story. There is a lot of black humour in the story, for example the narrators job (car-callback manager) or Marla in the testicular cancer group. The groups are generally a bit strange, you need a lot of imagination and sadism to invent groups like ‘organic brain dysfunctions’, ‘brain parasites’ or ‘bowel cancer’.

We think that the author does not like ‘IKEA’, he likes to describe the destruction of Ikea furniture and furniture generally. He maybe is a New Yorker, because New Yorkers are really big consumers and so lot´s of them hate consumption.

Bob’s point of view

Today it was time again for my support group meeting. I’m there for a long time. The last two years also a young man takes part of the meetings. He’s my “partner”.

I closed my arms around him. He squeezed in my arms every-time. I always talk to him to tell him that it is okay to cry. And I try to make him hope because he doesn’t know what kind of cancer he has. Maybe he has seminoma. And mostly I’m crying, too. I mean, I have got a bad destination, too. And it’s so good to cry all the bad things out. Sometimes I think that the other group-members have a special look of me because my tits. But if my “partner” is here in my arms everything is good because his testicles were removed, too. So we have something incommen. Today come a new patient. It was a woman. She smokes all time. She was the only woman between us twenty men. In the moment when the woman comes into the room my “partner” puts my arms away and stops to cry. He turns around and watches to the new group-member. First I don’t realize this and look at her, too. She has malt black hair and big eyes. She looks a bit like Japanese people. Up to this point my “partner” was always crying in my arms and he was one of us. But I have the feeling, that he was like another person since the woman appeared. How ever. For today the support group meeting is over. Maybe it’s normal again next week.  

Marlas view

I look to the giant rock of muscels and steroids. He pressed a guy inside who looked like somebody who never could talk to a woman. Those two guys look like a bizarre statue of modern art. A feeling of disgust comes up in me while I watch the small guy cry in the arms of the steroid bomb. I need a cigarette cause I would not puke in the middle of the chair circle.The last 30 minutes of the time left in the groupe I watch the guy who sits on “Bobs” fold and looks like a little child who cuddles his mother 

Big Bob´s view

One day I decided to visit the support group called ‘Remaining Men Together’. Men with testicular cancer, like me, met there. I treaded across the room and saw a man standing in front of me like a little thin cucumber. He didn´t look like he ha had a problem. But it didn´t matter. My eyes are already wrapped in tears because I felt no longer alone with my problem. That´s why I wrapped my arms around the little thin cucumber, it felt good. I began crying …