I’m a visitor too. We’re both telling the truth. Why would we want to lie? So, either we’re both inside without realizing it, or we both live outside, free, and we meet here every week to exchange apples, strawberries and words of encouragement.
Every Saturday an old man and old woman meet on opposite sides of a metal grille. Where are they? Is this a prison, an asylum or an old people’s home? Neither the old man nor the old woman seems to know, nor are they sure of who is visiting whom, or why. This couple (husband and wife?) engage in a conversation which repeats itself, falls silent, goes nowhere. And yet there is a struggle to find meaning in the maelstrom of these confused dialogues. In this powerful and poignant play, the characters wait endlessly without the hope of knowing what it is they are waiting for, but, at the heart of the confusion, there is the possibility of love. When all else fails, the power of the imagination to invent a reality makes it possible to live less close to death.
The stage is divided by a metal grille, with a wooden bench on either side. A shrill bell sounds and an old man and old woman take their positions, facing each other, sitting on the ben... (Read more...)
Jorge Díaz is widely recognised as one of Chile’s most prestigious playwrights of the second half of the twentieth century.
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Entry written by Gwendolen Mackeith. Last updated on 5 October 2010.
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