A theatre group came from Botosan to perform an excellent little play called Zapezile de Altadaya. Two actors played the parts of a couple who grew from young lovers to a more mature, married couple who had become complacent with each other. The woman felt she was not being appreciated and tried a variety of ploys to get her man to be more demonstrative toward her to no avail. She even went to the trouble of having her mother call at an opportune time so that she could pretend it was another man. Her husband replied that he “must be another man who is not sleeping” and rolled over for a snooze. She has a fit at one point and completely trashes the apartment. One of the interesting scenes occurred shortly after when they had made up and were sleeping. They held the mattress upright against the back wall and leaned into it as if they were sleeping. He managed an excellent slump that exuded pure comfort while standing on three toes. They fought, although he was resigned to his fate and did not fight back. She threatened to leave several times and threw him out several other times. She could not seem to come to terms with the simple comfort he offered, but wanted more passion in their relationship. She was sure he did not love her. Finally he had had enough and then he threw a fit. The closing scene they kiss and make up.
Not bad for someone who does not speak the language. I am sure that I missed a few of the nuances. A few times the audience laughed and I had no idea why, but all in all, I understood what was happening.
Many students were at the play this afternoon. The English Department was out in force. At the conclusion, including a standing ovation, several of us found our way to a little bar outside the Casa de Cultura and had a Campari. It was the weakest thing they had. They said it was brandy. I don’t remember it as a brandy but then maybe I forget. When it arrived I found that I was not wrong – it is close to straight alcohol! We sat for a while in the bar. There does not seem to be any heat here and it is open to the elements at the other end. Although we could not see our breath as we sat there, we might have without the Campari.
Later, several of us went to Botosan to see Romeo and Juliet performed by the same company. They were excellent. The building stands in honor of the Romanian playright Eminescu. The little troupe is quite good. The stage was Shakespearean in that there was no scenery to speak of. Six blocks that moved all over the stage in gepmetrical figuartions.
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