

You'll never have the chance to walk by a Neanderthalian's side. You'll neither have the chance to speak with a Mesopotamian nor observe the sky with a Maya. You'll never see the arrival of an alien delegation on a movie screen and you'll never see the sun turning into a supernova. Actually, you haven't seen your birth and you won't see your death. The present is a historical tense. The present is a convention. The present is above all space of action. In order to colonize the past and the future, we may think of two opposing types of archaeology: the first one digging up the past and the second one burying the present in the wait for a future disinterment. We've always been leaving signs and we'll keep leaving them. Let's live and celebrate our times and then be back to dust. Hallelujah.
Saturday 24th July / h 21.00
Turbina 1
duration 60 min.

collective creation Teatro Sotterraneo
perforomers Sara Bonaventura, Iacopo Braca, Claudio Cirri
texts and translation Daniele Villa
light design Roberto Cafaggini
sound Francesco Canavese
costumes Lydia Sonderegger
video animation Marco Smacchia
video supervision Jacopo Mariani
mask Francesco Givone e Crea Fx.
card design and graphics Marco Smacchia
production Teatro Metastasio Stabile della Toscana/Teatro Sotterraneo
with the support of Centrale Fies/Fies Factory One e Regione Toscana

You couldn't attend the Big Bang without dying. You couldn't observe a supernova nor could you explore the primordial soup without dying. In the spatial temporal continuum the circumstances of your birth match with those of your death. Since our appearance, we haven't got stuck on all fours, we haven't got stuck down to earth, we haven't got stuck in our planet, but the origin of everything occurs without us. Colonizing the future is the only thing we can do. Science and imagination. Never-ending adaptation to the changes of the environment. You might have been born during the plague. You might have never been born. You might have been born in a thousand years. You might be reborn as a panda. Extinction is collective. Origin is individual, dominated by chance, by what is unique and unrepeatable. We all have our biological watch, we all go by our time. Amen.