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Waiting...
by Tiyatro Oyunevi
Turkey

A group of nomads come from afar, find themselves suddenly in a "civilized" place. They have to wait to be recognized. While waiting, they paint their dreams and tell their stories.

DREAM OF THE MAN
The man comes from a mountainous region that offers no easy passage. But he believes a man should overcome obstacles on his way to carrying out dreams. So as not forget his past, he preserves his personal history by keeping documents, photographs and a journal. All he wants is a place of his own and to be free.

DREAM OF THE WOMAN
The woman comes from a very hot land which smells of citrus fruit. She believes she will be happy in this new place. She dreams of the day she will sing the song of her life and find her true love.

DREAM OF THE TRILINGUAL LITTLE MAN
He comes from a peaceful village by a river. He thinks he is a good swimmer. When he was small, he always helped his mother to make stuffed aubergine. His philosophy is ''Be little, think big.''But he opens a small döner kebab shop!

STORY OF THE WOMAN
That unfortunate night, at the hour of the scorpion, the centipede and the snake, we departed. Then the sun rose like a fireball. The land was barren. We were baked under the sun, we were baked into the dry rocks. One pomegranate seed. One step. One step forward, one more seed. We groaned and panted, groaned and panted as we walked. How many seeds in a  pomegranate? How many steps to the water? And then we arrived at the water. A blue blue blue and salty water. The salt burned under the sun. The salt burned the skin, the lips, the eyes. The water was a desert. It did not quench the thirst. It did not make us forget the rain. We had passed a vast yellow desert and finally arrived at a blue desert. We pulled as hard as we could on the oars. At every pull, a seed of the pomegranate, one seed more at each pull of the oars. Until arrival to a land of rain, we did not, we could not look back. Then came a storm, a hurricane. And the sea threw us to this shore.  

STORY OF THE MAN
First lightning, then fire. The world rumbled, cracked and was in flames. The world crumbled into night dust. The roofs, trees and mountains became ghosts. Everyone was of flesh, but their flesh turned to night ashes. The Bone-Men left before the rain of ashes ceased. Eyes, an empty black space. Mouths, a black hole. The wind blew. Their footsteps filled with sand. The point of origin became invisible. They grew pale and crumbled into dust as they walked. The wind swept them away, as dust. Every step towards the horizon, but the horizon always farther away. One step, one step more. The horizon is always one step more. There is no return. There is no return. The Bone-Men still crumbling as they walk.

All was destroyed by fire. Then came the rain of ashes and the dead crumbled under the soil. Look! The world crumbled into dust. Look! Look! The world crumbled into dust. Don't look back. If you do, you become blind, you turn into ashes, you die.

STORY OF THE LITTLE MAN
We departed from Kal-u Bela. The world is a long road. There, an old dog. There, an old tree. There, an old mountain. No! No! This land cannot keep these roots. Keep going! Keep going! The dead scorpions crushed under our feet. The snow crushed under our feet. There, a dead dog. There, a dead tree. There, a dead mountain. No! No! Roots shall not grow under the dead. Keep going! Keep going! The world is a long road.

Photography by John Byford

Date: 25th 27th September 2009. 19:00pm

Location: By the Pier, Skegness

FREE tickets: Embassy Theatre Box Office

Duration: 70 minutes

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