Just had breakfast – cocoa puffs again, and the strange Poland milk. \u00a0The bunks last night weren’t too pleasant, and I half-jokingly recall hearing distant gunfire through our windows last night.<\/p>\n
Probably just my imagination.<\/p>\n
Tamara is handing out tickets for the shows: \u00a0La Menzogna<\/a> and Caligula<\/a>. \u00a0She also tells us that it’s going to be hot and humid for the next few days. \u00a0Oh well, at least there isn’t a garbage strike<\/a> to stink it up.<\/p>\n Oh, and a sad bit of news today: \u00a0Michael Jackson<\/a> and Farah Fawcett<\/a> have died.<\/p>\n We hit the streets and started to explore.<\/p>\n [simage=525,288] [simage=528,288] Just got my official program for the Malta! Festival<\/a>. \u00a0Wow! \u00a0Lots of big names in this festival – and not just theatre, but bands <\/em>too!<\/p>\n Nine Inch Nails<\/a>! \u00a0Jane’s Addiction<\/a>! \u00a0Snow Patrol<\/a>! \u00a0Radiohead<\/a>!<\/em> Unfortunately, we’re not saying long enough to see Radiohead or Jane’s, and we’ve already missed NIN – but Snow Patrol is on tonight.\u00a0 I’ll bet that the tickets for them will have been sold out far in advance, but it still might be worth checking out.<\/p>\n Just finished eating a nice, simple, spaghetti and tortellini meal at a pasta bar.<\/p>\n [simage=534,288] Everybody is talking about Michael Jackson.<\/p>\n The structure for today seems pretty relaxed. \u00a0I’m not exactly sure what’s on the itinerary. \u00a0I think I’m just going to tag along with the group I’m in and see what happens.<\/p>\n And my throat is still killing me.<\/a><\/p>\n All the stores we’re going into today are playing Michael Jackson; mourning the death of the King of Pop. \u00a0People are carrying radios, and playing his music out loud.<\/p>\n It’s chilly and windy today. \u00a0Where was that humidity that Tamara promised? \u00a0I didn’t bring my jacket, and now I’m freezing.<\/p>\n We spent the last few hours walking around, eating, drinking, and talking:<\/p>\n [simage=539,288] Along the way, I met a nice Polish dog. \u00a0The owner was kind enough to let me pet her:<\/p>\n [simage=537,288] My throat is getting worse. \u00a0Bleh. \u00a0I think I’m going to go back to the hostel and take a nap.<\/p>\n Just woke up from my nap. \u00a0Skipped this Guerilla Walk thing that we had the option of doing today. \u00a0Not sure what that is, but Tamara and Peter are raving about it. \u00a0Anyhow, glad I took the nap. \u00a0I’m feeling a bit better.<\/p>\n Just had some, you guessed it,\u00a0pirogies! \u00a0Pretty good – very filling!<\/p>\n Our next stop is our first show in Poznan, called La Menzogna. \u00a0The theatre is a 20 minute hike from the hostel.<\/p>\n The cigarette smoke from the crowd outside the theatre isn’t helping my throat much. \u00a0Cough cough cough.<\/p>\n The theatre space was cavernous – it reminded me of either a large gymnasium, or a small aircraft hanger. \u00a0There were bleachers, and cushions on the ground in front of the bleachers to face the stage.<\/p>\n Initially, I sat on the cushions but eventually decided to migrate to the bleachers – it was going to be a long show, and I’d need the back support.<\/p>\n As usual, I’m a bit at a loss to describe this show.<\/p>\n First off, I went in (and came out) not really knowing what it was talking about or trying to say.<\/p>\n And that’s not only because it wasn’t in English.<\/p>\n Months later, with the help of the Internet, I am able to tell you what they were trying to do:<\/p>\n In December 2007, on Thyssen Krupp\u2019s steel factory in Turin, a fire takes the lives of seven factory workers. From this tragic work accident, Pippo Delbono draws a theatrical, political and spiritual journey, in the line of his work, which combines theatre, dance, music and poetry, producing a unique stage language, which has brought him recognition from all over Europe.\u00a0Delbono\u2019s theatre is contaminated by life, raising questions he wants to share with the spectators, and a place of encounter and reflection on the nature of human being. La Menzogna aims to question human life\u2019s dignity of and its place among our society.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n As usual, reactions from my comrades were mixed. \u00a0I found the whole thing rather silly. \u00a0I believe the main character was supposed to be some sort of frightening ringmaster. \u00a0He did “edgy” things like coming into the audience, waving a lead pipe around, and snapping pictures of us…invading our space.\u00a0 I found him rather boring and impotent.<\/p>\n And then there was the nudity. \u00a0At this point in the trip, I’d seen a lot of nudity on stage – both male, and female.<\/p>\n And you know what? \u00a0I get it. \u00a0I see what you did there. \u00a0You got all vulnerable for me. \u00a0Thanks.<\/p>\n The lead character got all naked, and it was almost as if he was saying to me, “Look! \u00a0Look how vulnerable I just became for you! \u00a0Look at what I’m giving you! \u00a0BASK IN IT!”.<\/p>\n And…again, I just thought it was silly. \u00a0And it had so much promise! \u00a0The set was absolutely gorgeous. \u00a0Ah well. \u00a0A\u00a0disappointment. \u00a0I’d certainly choose it over Cleansed<\/a> or Medea<\/a>, though.<\/p>\n After the show, we walked back towards the hostel. \u00a0We stopped by a restaurant for a late dinner – it was Peter’s last night with us (he would be taking a train to Warsaw at 6AM the next morning and flying back to Toronto to prepare the Playhouse for the Fringe festival), so we all hung out with him to say our farewells.<\/p>\n The whole time, my throat was getting worse and worse. \u00a0The restaurant was engulfed in cigarette smoke.<\/p>\n I eventually left, and went back to the hostel to sleep.<\/p>\n Click here to go to Part 14: Guerilla Walk and CALIGULA<\/a><\/p>\n
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LA MENZOGNA by PIPPO DELBONO<\/h3>\n