“A banquet.
Or rather, a homage to life.
A meeting that you stroll through, thinking it might be important,
All the while, you’re doing nothing at all.
Around a table, two chairs.
Seven guests.
One is still breathing.
For the others, the moment has already gone.
Unearthing your own ghosts,
to raise a toast.
Repairing.
Preparing.
Dressing up for the occasion.
Experiencing bodily desire once the last breath has been drawn.
Remembering,
to give this theatre a different end.
Let the show go on…”
With Tierra de Nadie, the Chouka theatre company invites you to a theatre encounter where actions speak louder than words and the absurd needs no excuse.
“A banquet.
Or rather, a homage to life.
A meeting that you stroll through, thinking it might be important,
All the while, you’re doing nothing at all.
Around a table, two chairs.
Seven guests.
One is still breathing.
For the others, the moment has already gone.
Unearthing your own ghosts,
to raise a toast.
Repairing.
Preparing.
Dressing up for the occasion.
Experiencing bodily desire once the last breath has been drawn.
Remembering,
to give this theatre a different end.
Let the show go on…”
With Tierra de Nadie, the Chouka theatre company invites you to a theatre encounter where actions speak louder than words and the absurd needs no excuse.