Rituals

This ritual was created within the Future Landscapes project, which searches for answers to the challenges linked to our climate future and faced by science, economics and politics. The male and female authors of the rituals are seeking ways to understand these “future landscapes” outside scientific categories.

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At the beginning of 2013, the world was divided into regular squares of 3 x 3 meters and each of these squares was randomly given 3 words that unmistakably localize it.

If we look at which squares are found in the immediate proximity of the electric power station, among them we find the following what3words localization: sklizeň.jednací.hnědý. harvest.negotiating.brown. This is the borderline between the property of a large-scale tomato-growing greenhouse operation, where the Tušimice I power plant used to be located, and the property of the presently operating Tušimice II power plant, which creates electricity and heat from brown coal. The power plant is supplied with fuel from the brown-coal open-pit mine located in its close proximity. The hydroponic tomato farm holds the same “philosophy”. “The tomatoes don’t come to you from halfway across the world – they’re picked on the same day they’re delivered to the shops,” claims the director of the Naše rajče project. In order to be heated, the greenhouses use the heat surpluses from the power plant, allowing the growers to maintain a fully controllable climate in the greenhouses all year long.

Behind the fence, which is equipped with razor-wire and multi-phase electronic protection, is Gan Eden – the Garden of Eden.

Rabbi Eliezer, one of the greatest Jewish sages of the 1st and 2nd century, wrote that the serpent that tempted Eve took the form of a camel. According to Jewish spoken tradition, upon it rode the angel Samael – Satan. In Hebrew, a camel is called gamal, which corresponds to the letter gimel, which is also the number three.

From a mathematical perspective, the number three is crucial to the physical world, which is three-dimensional and made up of three axes of direction: north-south, east-west and up-down.

According to the Kabbalah, Satan represents space – the physical universe and also the power of fragmentation. Without him, everything would coalesce with God. 

Beyond the fence is the Garden of Eden. 4 x 200 megawatts of energy and constantly ripening tomatoes in the controlled climate of hydroponic greenhouses, outside of space, fragmented and full of externalities, greenhouse emissions and bills for energy and food. Modernized paradise is monocultural and has focused on maximizing revenue from tomatoes together with minimizing expenditures for its production. The red color of the juicy fruit, the white down of the peregrine falcon’s hatchling raised on one of the chimneys, as we learn from ČEZ directly on the plant’s homepage, and everywhere the bright green of PR campaigns.

sklizeň.jednací.hnědý. harvest.negotiatign.brown.

“Extract” says the serpent, that is the camel, but this time in the form of a falcon’s youngling. “Consumption, energy sovereignty, local, available, the ecologization of operation, cutting edge, at least, still, if, alarmists, naïve, living standards, abundance moving forward until 2035.“

On the spot where you’re standing, walk counter-clockwise in a square of 3x3 steps and permutate after me the third word of the coordinates. The word brown. Try to focus on the new meanings and their associations. Fix your gaze on the power plant’s cooling towers.


H,Ň,E,D,Ý
Ň,H,E,D,Ý
E,H,Ň,D,Ý
H,E,Ň,D,Ý
Ň,E,H,D,Ý
E,Ň,H,D,Ý
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D,E,Ň,H,Ý
E,Ď,Ň,H,Ý
Ň,D,E,H,Ý
D,Ň,E,H,Ý
D,H,E,Ň,Ý
H,D,E,Ň,Ý
E,D,H,Ň,Ý
D,E,H,Ň,Ý
H,E,D,Ň,Ý
E,H,D,Ň,Ý
Ň,H,D,E,Ý
H,Ň,D,E,Ý
D,Ň,H,E,Ý
Ň,D,H,E,Ý
H,D,Ň,E,Ý
D,H,Ň,E,Ý
Ý,H,Ň,E,D
H,Ý,Ň,E,D
Ň,Ý,H,E,D
Ý,Ň,H,E,D
H,Ň,Ý,E,D
Ň,H,Ý,E,D
Ň,H,E,Ý,D
H,Ň,E,Ý,D
E,Ň,H,Ý,D
Ň,E,H,Ý,D
H,E,Ň,Ý,D
E,H,Ň,Ý,D
E,Ý,Ň,H,D
Ý,E,Ň,H,D
Ň,E,Ý,H,D
E,Ň,Ý,H,D
Ý,Ň,E,H,D
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H,Ý,E,Ň,D
Ý,H,E,Ň,D
E,H,Ý,Ň,D
H,E,Ý,Ň,D
Ý,E,H,Ň,D
E,Ý,H,Ň,D
D,Ý,H,Ň,E
Ý,D,H,Ň,E
H,D,Ý,Ň,E
D,H,Ý,Ň,E
Ý,H,D,Ň,E
H,Ý,D,Ň,E
H,Ý,Ň,D,E
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H,Ň,D,Ý,E
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D,H,Ň,Ý,E
H,D,Ň,Ý,E
Ý,D,Ň,H,E
D,Ý,Ň,H,E
Ň,Ý,D,H,E
Ý,Ň,D,H,E
D,Ň,Ý,H,E
Ň,D,Ý,H,E
E,D,Ý,H,Ň
D,E,Ý,H,Ň
Ý,E,D,H,Ň
E,Ý,D,H,Ň
D,Ý,E,H,Ň
Ý,D,E,H,Ň
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H,E,D,Ý,Ň
Ň,E,D,Ý,H
E,Ň,D,Ý,H
D,Ň,E,Ý,H
Ň,D,E,Ý,H
E,D,Ň,Ý,H
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D,E,Ý,Ň,H
E,D,Ý,Ň,H
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The Greenwashed ritual was created by an organizer, artist and social worker Pavel Sterec. Here is what he says on rituals: "I have an ambivalent relationship with rituals, but am attracted by the way they connect experiences and meanings that are formulated through performative behavior."

More information about the processes taking place in Tušimice can be found on the Slow Violence subpage.

This ritual was created within the Future Landscapes project, which searches for answers to the challenges linked to our climate future and faced by science, economics and politics. The authors of the rituals are seeking ways to understand these “future landscapes” outside scientific categories.

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“In the darkest of night, he left his embalmed heart on the desk. His only baggage – a small backpack – was still moist from the sprinkling of holy water. He put an extra pair of soles into it. Like a madman, he stepped into the abyss; nothing sparkled, nothing shined. A white rose blossomed on the slowly-cooling highway. He frivolously danced away a few months in the hallucinatory rhythm of the passing cars. A nest of solace in the rustling stalks of the reeds. The whirr of tornadoes at noon in the empty fields. He let himself be fed by wise old women, who stewed Reynoutria sprouts in kettles. The earth beneath his feet, desolate and poor, rumbled dully. But one rusty morning everything changed. He was awoken by the intoxicating smell of wild thyme. The wind began to swing forgotten censers, calling the pilgrims to the threshold of the first sacred ground, free of people. He had reached his destination. With reverence and circumspection, he moved along its edge like a female acrobat hanging between the heavens and earth. A liminal walk along a tightrope, whose tempo he adapted to the movement of the ancient animals. Then he broke into a wild and free run like horses, horses, horses, horses! He rested. He dallied. He listened with great concentration. This was when he discovered the secret entrance to the land of sky-blue crosses of bitter gentians, rhinoceros beetles, subterranean mushrooms and oh-so-fragile saxicolas. Blue butterflies began to rain down from the sky.”

Take the path along the fence of the reservation. At this very moment, you are accepting a new job for a period of time. You stop being a hunter of images, and you hide your mobile phone in your pocket. You are now a free pilgrim with an open, very concentrated mind and a joyful body. During your wandering, you are inspired by the movement of wild animals. You change the tempo of your stride; you start to run and jump around awkwardly like a youngling; you stop, lie down, rest, roll around, maybe even nap. A playful ally of nature walking respectfully along its protective border, exposed to new diversity, beauty and mutual transformation. It’s only up to you how much of it you bring home in your memory as the most valuable souvenir. Your ritual circumambulation ends in the same spot from which you set off. Stop here for a moment. Lower a cheek to the ground or rest it on the trunk of the nearest tree. You have reached your destination and are touching a precious relic. Wait until an imprint is left on your cheek. This is your pilgrimage tattoo.