Theatre starting from ground zero again. Realizing and accepting what is broken. Nothing exists. No tickets, no stage, no sweet red seats, no glorious theatre hall, no curtain. No money. No speculation, no attempt to keep up dead, old structures. Theatre in Kosovo does no exist any more. Destroyed by war and corruption, destroyed by TV and by total lack of cultural orientation. Theatre, this most fragile of all arts, after total catastrophe in Kosovo remained without any power to stand up again.
So, we try to start elsewhere. We try to concentrate on the basic inner powers of theatre. We try to start from ground zero, from level of explosion on which nothing exists any more. And we find subterranean spaces which hold us. Which protect us from money, from success, from politics and and from any pressure. Giving us back hunger for human contact. Spaces for a moment giving asylum to our lost souls. Spaces, which through their coldness give us back the warmth of theatre.
Just Spaces. Noting else. Nothing else but 7 actors. Nothing else but seven human beings. Nothing but sharing time, space and fantasy for a moment. Nothing but imagination. The very beginning of theatre.
