At this very moment, somebody, somewhere … is playing the piano.
At this very moment, somebody, somewhere … is washing a new-born baby.
At this very moment, somebody, somewhere … is opening the prison door.
At this very moment, somebody, somewhere … throws a flower from a balcony.
At this very moment, somebody, somewhere … is drawing a final sheet to his chest, with a bony hand.
At this very moment, somebody, somewhere … breaks an egg.
At this very moment, somebody … is beating someone.
At this very moment, somebody … is tickling someone.
SURVIVAL, OH, WISDOM!
At this very moment, somebody, somewhere … lets out a declaration of love.
At this very moment, somebody, somewhere … is being shot through the guts.
At this very moment, somebody, somewhere … runs out of food.
At this very moment, somebody, somewhere ... runs out of water.
HAVE WE REACHED THE SHORES OF NEW REALITIES?
At this very moment, somebody, somewhere ... is making a list of the remains of cities, meadows, waters, with the fervour of a building surveyor.
At this very moment, somebody, somewhere … is wondering what to do with all these people.
At this very moment, somebody, somewhere … opens the pen and lets the animals run free.
At this very moment, somebody, somewhere … is looking for a shelter.
AND THE WORLDS SEEM TO BE FALLING APART.
But at this very moment, somebody wakes up from sleep, he’s smiling and staring into the darkness.
And at this very moment, two lovers are united in one body.
And at this very moment, somebody is approaching the most extreme point of his courage.
And his courage borders on frenzy.
And at this very moment somebody is running away from somewhere.
And he runs to the edge of a miraculous forest, enters it and joins those few who have found it before him.
While at this very moment, somebody keeps his opinion to himself and joins those many who regularly keep their opinion to themselves.
BAAL IS SWINGING HIS BUTCHER’S FIST.
Somewhere, a lightning strike unearths a pile of old coins.
Somewhere, in spite of everything, they’re making bread.
Somewhere, somebody is being tortured.
Somewhere, someone is setting the clock to summer time.
BEHIND US, A WET TRAIL OF YEARS AND HOURS.
A BUSH OF AGEING STORMS.
BEFORE US, THE WOMB SEA OF OUR DREAMS.
Stories.
Narrations.
Myths.
Legends.
Anecdotes.
Awkward human sentences, put together from so many dialects …
Dear visitors, dear and honoured spectators at the Ljubljana City Theatre!
After the pandemic, you have returned in full numbers, which is a great joy and recognition for us. Thank you! Why have I put together the above text? Because today’s world, although it is labelled “global”, is scattered, confused, scared.
Here, before you, is a repertoire of the next season of the Ljubljana City Theatre. We have called it CHANGES.
We aim to catch all the stories of this world in our theatrical sails. Or at least as many as possible. We undertake our mission accompanied by noble comedy and proud drama. Along with you, we want to cry or laugh. We want to talk through stories and consult with you. First among us … and then with you. For: in the landscapes of the soul, they eye moves faster than outside.
I wish you all the best and I say hello in the name of the entire team of the Ljubljana City Theatre!
We are looking forward to seeing you again!
Barbara Hieng Samobor,
managing and artistic director