Do you remember the time when you were sitting in the uterus? Like waiting for the metro? It‘s dark, just subdued sounds are perceptible. What’s going on at the other side of this gloomy red wall? Are we safe in here? It is a short story about the relation between three embryos at the 23-week, their fears, their joy and their discords.
I‘m a dreamer! For me theatre is a kind of a magic box for telling stories. In this case I‘m interested to tell simple stories. Because I guess that the simple things in life, the natural basics between people, are the most important ones. The kind of those ones, which we are taking as implicitnesses (friendship, love, trust, fears, ...). And all this implemented in an illusion. I’m not the kind of person for the political or big issues of society. In my oppinion this will be a result coming by his own - out of the audience. The reason is, the audience hasn’t to be patronised. It has to think by his own. And I guess that this is the task of theatre:
Bringing people to amuse and bring them to think.