class="">The Homecoming

”I think I was in school when I first understood something about death; when I went to my grandfather’s funeral. It was also the first celebration of this kind that I had ever attended. I understood just two things: the tears of my mother, who had burst into tears upon hearing the news, and, 4 days later, when the priest told me to throw a handful of dirt over the coffin. That’s when I felt, perhaps for the first time, the irreversible feeling of a surprisingly pleasant emptiness, that was nevertheless so difficult to digest further. If you ask me, yes… I am very afraid especially of other people’s death. And nowadays I shudder when I see a huge block of flats, because I inevitably think of the bombed blocks a few kilometers from me. Yes, I see those black holes in the middle of them, and I know you’re sick and tired of hearing this, and so am I, but I can’t let you forget them. This performance won’t be about forgetting, it won’t be about healing wounds or other bundles of hope. I hope with all my heart that this performance will be honest to our present that we would like to forget. But we never forget the holidays, for which we often return home, we never forget our mother, even when we are orphans. Not even when She is gone. Because we always look for the lack of one man in another. And we say with such ease: “You are just like… you talk like… you remind me of… of Him, of Her.

I want this performance to bring us together in a room, where we can together become aware of something from a world we cannot escape, and first of all to see it as it is: with all the dead, who never come back. A graft and a root… Death has no fault… And it will tell it how it was… We will tell you how it was…” – Botond Nagy, director

Photo credit: Ștefan Macedon Gheorghiță