The theater seems to be the only way left to listen to old stories and repeat what the rest of the world denies and erases. The last way. So uncomfortable, so unpopular, so tiring. It speaks to few, it does not break through any screen, it does not accept commercial breaks, it cannot be shouted, it feeds on pain. But it is made of flesh, it knows no special effects except that, yes, of conscience and emotion, it keeps people in the square, those people that others wanted terrified, those people that others would like to be locked at home, in front of their reassuring television.
Performance in the form of a civil oration.
