I’m leaving. Why? Because I’m sick of your questions.
They have corroded the inside of my bowels and if I stay one second longer I can’t do anything but scream. Everything repeats itself. I am sick of telling you that the truth is here, under your feet, and it is terrifying. Whoever sees it will have to take the blame for having discovered it. I have seen it and all I have to do is leave, singing a lullaby, for the night that must not end. I do not know where to go, just somewhere else, in another world, where they will make me queen or goddess of the night, even if you call me mad. Here the night is over, blending in a blood coloured day. Fear. Yes, fear. Fear of facing the truth. And here I am again… this time I am leaving for sure.
A theatrical painting. “Because images speak more clearly than words.”
Thanks to Christa Wolf, whose writing is so alive and true, to my mother, Julia Butterfly Hill, Medea and Rosa Luxemburg and all the women who inspired me, thanks to the rain, so simple and so wet. To the smiling eyes of those who do not think but feel. To Georgia for the Greek.
Thank you for the joy of a hot coffee, in the soft light of dawn, on the way to the miracle. To share that coffee, that silent view, that knot in the throat before the miracle enfolds. Thank you for the other coffee, the one with which the knot in my throat melted like sugar after the miracle, when I dreamed the impossible. That nothing changes when everything is far away. Instead everything changes and nothing is really far away, as long as I carry it inside. Most of all, thank you for that miracle: for a moment I felt the tip of my roots, just when I felt that I was losing them. Who knows if they are no longer strong now. So thank you for feeding them even while my life was sprouting elsewhere. A search for roots and belonging, to discover the contradiction hidden in the feelings of those who leave their homeland to pursue a vocation.
I thank my parents for having always supported me in my choices and for their trust in me, Valeria Estrella for being a precious travelling companion, my class for having won my heart in three years of memorable adventures, the ATD teachers for having dedicated themselves so much and teaching me non-stop, the technicians for their hidden work. Thank you very much to all my staff, who followed me wherever I went and anchored me during the stormy days. This piece is dedicated to Grandma Lina.
Great Hall in Verscio.
Saturday 16 November 2019 at 8.00 p.m. and Sunday 17 November 2019 at 6.00 p.m.
Interpreters – La Gigantessa – Valea Völcker
Music Gori Choir – Angélique Ionatos Duration 12 min.
Performers of What remains
Musician: Simon Huggler
“Luvì, Luvì, Luvì” tammurriata traditional Neapolitan “Amara terra mia” song belonging to the popular tradition of Abruzzo, adapted to Italian by Domenico Modugno and Enrica Bonaccorti Duration 12 min.