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One guy came into the house as White Russians was happening and went to use the restroom right away. Since the performative moments happened every 20 minutes, the “fight” among the fictitious family began as he was in there. He heard the commotion and imagined a very violent situation where people had pulled out guns, etc. He then freaked out and tried to escape through a small bathroom window getting stuck in the process. So we had to rescue him. We ended up having drinks together and laughing about the incident.
During my second research trip, Diane, the owner of the house where the performance took place and a performer in White Russians, invited me to stay over at one of her trailers so that I could save money. She and Roger, her husband, normally used two trailers outside their home to put up people from the region who had no place to go or were in trouble. So I would be sharing the trailer with a guy who had some kind of mental problem. When I arrived, he greeted me and showed me his two collections: one of Playboys and the other of knives, around 50 which he kept right above the bed where I was going to sleep. He turned out to be an incredibly sweet and generous guy and he even performed in White Russians. But I have to confess that, right before going to sleep, I remember being terrified and thinking: OK, I might never open my eyes again.