After my lecture in Ghent I had dinner with (among other people) the artist Jan Fabre, his girlfriend and his personal assistant.
Back in the eighties I auditioned for al role in a play directed by Jan Fabre.
I made it through the first round, but was kicked out in the second round.
Fabre claimed that he could still remember my audition.
Last night I tried to convince Jan Fabre to hire me as an actor, so I could write about the experience.
He said that I was physically not strong enough for his kind of theater.
Then I invited him, his girlfriend and his personal assistant to join me on a road trip from Istanbul to Baghdad.
Jan Fabre said: “No, my work is controversial, perhaps people in Iraq won’t like it. It’s too dangerous for me. I wait for you in a five-star hotel in Istanbul.” His girlfriend and his personal assistant were more than happy to join me.