There Is No Mud On The Sea

Paraphrase based on the novel The Postman Always Rings Twice by James Cain

Dream

It was so strange... As if I had arrived home. There was nobody. Just myself and her. Under me, the big and soft rock still kept the heat of the sun. Something moved in the air. It wasn’t the wind, but a thought. But even that had nothing more. Just a soft breeze.

And the sound of a cricket somewhere. And the salty smell of the pine. Twilight.

I was sitting there, in that strange familiarity, in this eternal, pure, dry, resolute change...

I was looking at her, but i didn’t want to disturb her... mirror? No, not the right word... I could see my face in her, but beyond it, down there she lay, an infinite of navy blue. I arrived home.

Paraphrase based on the novel “The Postman Always Rings Twice” by James Cain

Set design: Szilágyi Nándor

Costumes: Kreszánkó Viktória

Musical editor: Kucsera Géza jr.

Dramaturgy: Góli Kornélia

Prompter: Vrestyák Erzsébet

Stage management: Sinkovics Zsuzsa

Consultant: Namik Bajrami m.v.

Realisation of set: Horváth Lehel m.v.

Cast:

Kora – G. Erdélyi Hermina

Frank – Pálfi Ervin