Not being able to wipe away the blood, not being able to erase the fact that it has flowed. To make the crime and thus also the guilt visible, even if the perpetrators never raised their own hands and the victims remained invisible: There is blood on your hands. This is how Asal Dardan justifies the necessity of remembering, the responsibility of those born after. In Traumaland, she creates a new topography of Germany, goes in search of traces, shows parallel and contrasting experiences in the immigration society. The past protrudes painfully into our present, the Nazi crimes find a cruel echo today in racist acts of violence, but also in the traumatic experiences of minorities.
Who makes German history? Who bears responsibility for past guilt? Which memories are told, which remain unheard? Asal Dardan confronts entrenched memory discourses with her search for connections in the hope of a shared memory in which different realities find a place.