The End of November
Higher, higher and far away…
This is a story about the road. Everyone being born takes the road. Most of the time we travel unconsciously, but anyway the road goes on. But in the rare moments when one can feel the sense, one comprehends that the point is not the end of the road, but how we travel to this end. Everything that happens to our hero is inevitable, irreversible and urgent. Very often we live with an idea for our future, or with the memories of our past and we “postpone” our present… for the Old Man (as he calls himself) this is impossible. He has no past (although he is hundred years old) because he has forgotten almost everything. He has to find again the purpose of the objects around him. Not all is worth remembering, but some things are important for him – “This is a maple. I’ll not forget it.”
The hopeless oblivion is, in fact, a good farewell to everything. By forgetting your past you can find a possibility to dream in freedom and to realize the present moment as being the most important. New name, new friends, new wish to travel…. ”One hundred years later I’ll open my umbrella and close the door behind me.” And where is he going to? The road knows better. Now he is calm as a walking tree whose leaves aren’t waving. And he slowly disappears in this forest with so many kilometers of silence in front of him.
And the circle closes… - “… because time flies and turns off in the light” (John Lennon
Inspired by Tove Jansson’s woks
Directed by Rumen Gavanozov – Stanislava Krasteva
Stage design: Stanislava Krasteva
With: Rumen Gavanozov
Running time: 1h
Performance in English, with Hungarian and Romanian translation