
Cornelia Herfurtner
Was ist eine Waffe?

Cornelia Herfurtner, installation view, MÉLANGE 2022
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Cornelia Herfurtner, installation view, MÉLANGE 2022

Cornelia Herfurtner, installation view, MÉLANGE 2022

Cornelia Herfurtner, installation view, MÉLANGE 2022

Cornelia Herfurtner, installation view, MÉLANGE 2022

Cornelia Herfurtner, installation view, MÉLANGE 2022

Cornelia Herfurtner, installation view, MÉLANGE 2022

Cornelia Herfurtner, installation view, MÉLANGE 2022
The summer was starting – spring was over for at least three weeks. We had a late breakfast and my roommates enjoyed my cooking. Temperature was rising and the cool draft from the sea was refreshing while we sat next to our big round living room window. A massive tourist ship boarded the harbor the night before. It's twenty-something stories, bright white color and sheer size disrupted the view, but it was normal. After the second coffee and the rest of the omelet was eaten we went our separate ways. One went for his girlfriend around the corner, the other one to see some friends and I – well, I decided to go to my friend's studio to continue to write my thesis. A simple tuesday on a nice day in May of 2013.
Struggling with the internet connection for most of the day I enjoyed the calm that it came with. The old Nokia did not receive any messages and my writing came along well. Three pages later I returned to the flat and got rid of the sweat my body collected. When I returned from the shower my phone blew up. Something was happening. Protests were a common place here, as voicing opposing opinions was a necessary tool for society to stay relevant in a political system that was building up its absolute power. But this protest seemed successful. No excessive force by the local police, at least not the first day. Everything would change afterwards. People would die - twenty two in total, approx. 8000 injured, but right now, everything was strangely okay. My roommates chose to stay at the protest site. They had tents, food and afterall it was in the middle of the city, only twenty minutes from the house. Images of people enjoying each other's company streamed into my phone: bonfires, singing. And then it turned sour, the police went in violently. Tanks, water cannons, rubber bullets. For the next few weeks the inner city turned into a civil war zone. We started to prepare ourselves when going out: Carry extra bottles of water and goggles against the tear gas! Scarves to protect your lungs and trainers to run away quickly! Being prepared is a necessity!
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