Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
-“A gardener can decide what is appropriate for the carrots, but nobody can choose
what is good for the others in their name”. (Jean-Paul Sartre: ' The Devil and the Good
Lord’, 1951).
-“My political engagement is very much part of my work. It's interwoven into many of
my plays.” (Harold Pinter in an interview with Michael Billington, published in ‘The
Guardian’, London, October 14, 2005 - on announcing his Nobel price award for
literature 2005).
-“They thought that we had gotten tired of protests and that we had let them free to
follow there hallucinating race towards the war. But they were mistaken.” (José
Saramago in’Them and Us’, published -in Spanish- in ‘Club of books’, Internet edition,
7 November 2005).
-“Can a forever cautious person remain a human being?” (Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn in
‘The First Circle’, 1968
-“Intention is what I call action”. (From Buddha`s teaching).
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GENERAL COMMENTARIES:
-During the play, from time to time, quiet whisper of the wheels of the train
can be distinguished. Relevant video clips, including music and human
voices indicated during the play, should be pre-registered on a single tape
and reproduced on the internal television or audio equipment mounted in
the compartment No.66 of the AA train, in a way that the whole theatre
audience can see and hear them.
-It is possible that instead of the musical instruments(*2) indicated in the
play text, would be enough that the actors wear vests (or tea-shirts) with the
images of two violins, viola and chello – only mimicking the play on these
instruments.
-In order to denote privacy, or separation, during the interaction between
the different actors in a precise interval of the drama, it is suggested that
they are distinguished (or separated) from the others by a focal reflector
centered on the personages engaged in certain dialogues (those cases are
indicated by the word 'Focus’ in the text of the play).
-Miltimedia presentation on stage: It is very important to note that this
play is basically multimedia theatre. In addition to those described in the
text here, the directors staging the play may wish to illustrate or emphasize
other sections of the play by using different media expressions of their own
(videos, photos, music etc.).
-Before or after the play, in particular in academic theatres, a distribution
of fresh carrots can be considered.
ACTORS:
-John (the first violin), Milic (chello), Nora (the second violin), Aisha
(viola), Santos (waiter), and Journalist. John, Milic and Journalist are
approximately forty years of age whereas Nora, Aisha and Santos
approximately thirty.
-The Chief Machinist of the AA train’s locomotive (referred to in the text
as the Chief Machinist or the Machinist) as well as the rest of personages
mentioned only appear on the screen of the internal TV, or they are
present in the retrospectives (' flash-back ').
-A Mime artist is a clownish personage carrying a small, undersized
violin, who follows the dialogs of the Actors, giving them a reverse –an
ironic - meaning. This should apply in particular to the dialogs of
predominantly narrative or declarative nature, but can be used also
whenever the Director of the play wishes – avoiding excessive burlesque
though.
SCENE I
Behind the transparent curtain the figures of two women and two men –
actors placed on the seats of the train compartment (Number 66) can be
seen ‘playing’ the Beethoven’s string quartet named ' Razumovsky' –
(in C-Mayor, Op.59, no. 3); while the recorded music of this quartet can be
heard coming from the bottom stage. This music can be heared by the
audience during the duration of the play, whenever the play director finds
it effective.
When the transparent curtain rises, the volume of music of the quartet
diminishes and the noise of the train wheels increases a little. A few
reflections of reddish light, as coming from an invisible fire, appear
repeatedly through the train window.
(Mime artist, who sneaks into the compartment sometimes after the
musicians, starts his, or her, mime following the music and the dialogs of
other actors closely).
(*3 )
Aisha (with a slight oriental accent): The introductory section of this
quartet gives an impression of a trip... Through a vast space... The Outer
space, I should say if this would not seem too preposterous.
Nora (to Aisha, after a pause): I would say that it is rather exaggerated...
And your viola is sounding a bit too loud for the third instrument, if I can
add.
Aisha, whose very calm behavior is also reflected in her oriental face
features, is now occupied with reviewing a passage of the music in front of
her. She seems not to pay attention to Nora’s remark.
John: Just a moment, Milic… For me, it is not these lights but the noise of
the train wheels that is annoying... (John to Nora, lowering his voice): And
apropos your commentary, Nora… Please remember that it is my
responsibility to harmonize the tonal balance of our quartet.
(Focus is now on John and Nora, as John continues speaking): I must say
that your commentary to Aisha was rather out of place... And it put me in
an awkward position...
John (to the Mime artist): And who are you, out of the blue, Mister?
The Mime artist bows and plays, mockingly, on his undersized violin
without strings.
The mime artist bows again and live the compartment, the same “discreet”
way as when he entered.
Nora (soon after) gets up visibly enervated, from her seat and walks to the
corridor door, followed by John.
(Focus follows them to the sliding door entrance).
Nora: And you, Mister? In what kind of position are you putting me
recently? Perhaps, as a fired concubine?
John: It is only jealousy, Nora... You became jealous from the first day of
this tour... To be precise, since Aisha had replaced Brigitte.
Nora: Yah, indeed… Brigitte, suddenly, was considered as too old for
your pleasure.
John: It was the problem of her vision and you know it very well... She
began to miss the whole passages for viola while practicing with us.
Nora: I can imagine what you would say when trying to get rid of me...
That I am too sensual in my role of the second violin? And not quite
cerebral as... (Nora indicates towards Aisha, mockingly imitating a
Buddhist hand salute).
(At that moment the Mime artist reappears in the visible corridor of the
train and starts again with his mime show).
Nora: Not related? To your reality, isn’t it? …And what should I consider
as my reality? Or our reality, at least - among two or even three of those
realities that we seem to be living in presently, Johnny... ? You promised a
Rose garden to me when we met; revealing your plans for the future, our
future… Your dream to play, like a soloist, in a symphony orchestra of a
world-wide renown; where I could perhaps play the first violin... However,
here we are on this goddamn train, paid miserably so that his Machinist
can be considered a promoter of classical music. He, who never liked more
than folks songs 'country' type and who adores military orchestras during
the parades... Which of those realities I must choose, Johnny?
John (obviously hurt): I have shared with you my dreams of future, Nora,
counting on your loyalty... Now I see that, in your eyes, I have become
another person…This is a very painful revelation for me and, hopefully,
your attitude can still change.
Nora: It is true that I used to believe you blindly. Or, better say, to believe
in an image of the person you invented for me. And watch what is
happening to me now... But I am not somebody that one can pick up in the
street and dismiss at will. You know very well that I graduated at the
Juilliard Academy with a diploma of outstanding student and that I never
would accept to play the second violin during the rest of my life.
Nora: It is not music at stake, but our own relation and our own future...
(*4)
S C E N E II
Aisha: (As if she only now hears John’s commentary about the noise of the
train): Those wheels of this train do not bother me too much, as if they
were made of rubber. I am more concerned with the destiny of our journey.
Nora: The very idea to play our concert through the cable network here, on
this train, seems rather strange to me. A music CD could have been quite
sufficient to accompany this convention of leaders of the Machinist’s
political party. They only talks politics and wouldn’t listen to Beethoven,
anyhow.
Aisha: I asked him about that twice, in vain... But here he comes with his
coffee cart.
Santos enters the compartment pushing a cart with coffee and snacks. He is
in his uniform of the special train crew member and his attitude clearly
indicates military training. Santos have a big revolver attached to his belt.
Nora (to Santos): Probably useless to ask again about the destination of
this train; it seems to be a state secret? … Or why you are armed now?
Santos (gallantly): Not at all, young Lady. These guns are distributed to all
the personnel of the train as a safety measure. And for the other question: I
only know that the train changed its initial destination... Perhaps it would
be of interest for you what I heard in the wagon reserved for the Socialists?
Milic: Are you saying that they have a special wagon too?
John (trying to cut off the questioning): We are more interested in playing
our music than in arriving somewhere, isn’t it true?... Besides, in my
opinion, it is better for us to be here in this compartment separated from the
rest, with our instruments. Shoemakers to their shoes!
(TV screen in the compartment is now illuminated and on it appears the
name of the train - AA "Ardent Arrow" -, than a text: ‘Presidential news'
with the sound of a high pitched fanfare. The moderator of the program,
an excessively made up and adorned woman, begins to speak).
Milic, disgusted, switches off the screen but its turned on again
automatically.
In the mean time the compartment is shaken as the train passes over a rail
junction and through the window enters more reflections of reddish light.
Moderator: Ups!
Moderator (reading again): And now for some good news: Our tobacco
industry production has raised 5% and the export of our TV soap operas
and of the cinema production 2%... Our peace force sent to Africa has been
beefed up considerably to restore order after recent rebellions... The United
nations session condemned armament export to the developing countries…
(Moderator interrupts her reading shrugging her shoulder)… And why not
if they pay cash?
Nora stands up from her seat and, visibly irritated, cuts off the TV.
Nora: Yes, we are; be it maestros of music or just poor bar piano players...
But as human beings we should be different... In the last symphony
orchestra where I played, some colleagues, as soon as they could, would
escape to a neighboring joint to have a drink and to bet on horses… I have
seen personally some musicians arriving to our practice sessions tipsy.
Milic (more by himself): A glass of red wine is also to my liking, but after
the concert... (to Nora):You know very well that, while preparing for a
serious concert, it is necessary to practice hours and hours solo with our
instrument.
Nora: This is exactly the point: a good excuse always can be found to
falling in the trap of bad faith. Most of us are living while being carried in
the mainstream of life, looking for excuses to swimming downstream:
family obligations, professional duties, and what not. Or simply putting
their heads in sand, like an ostrich.
Milic: It seems to me, sometimes, that all that, all beyond the actual
moment in our lives, is not worth the trouble... We admire Mozart’s music
but among his biographers there is a disagreement regarding his human
nature... Certainly, he was not a saint… And what to say about others?
Most are simply forgotten... For example: I never knew the name of
the craftsman who did this chello, which I am condemned to carry with me
the rest of my life... It is depressing also that all of us, the politicians, the
workers or the artists, are traveling on this train with a pre-paid tickets and
no destiny of their true options, or even not a clear determination.
Nora: Which illustrates enough the difference in levels... But I also would
rather like to know something on the Chief Machinist’s intentions... If
they are clear to himself, that is to say.
Santos (lowering his voice): They say that he never reveals his true
intentions and seldom listens for an opinion to somebody outside the
selected few... (Pretending to be disturbed ): But the presidential wagon is
served by the specially recruited personnel...
Santos (in the cellular): Sir, I just found out that those in the compartment
Number 66 speak rare about the Chief...
Voice: The musicians? ... Eh, those artists... But we are going to activate a
special microphone there too, in any case. Even the artists can generate
some foolish ideas that can be dangerous... We have now added 20 points
to your account, Number 013. Keep on alert!
Santos: Thanks, Sir. Much obliged! (He salutes militarily to the invisible
voice source).
Their wagon rumbles again upon a railway junction and Aisha awakes
from her contemplation (but still remaining in a 'Yoga’ position). John,
who is seated next to her, takes her hand as to calm her.
S C E N E III
The door of the compartment 66 opens and enters the Journalist with a
sandwich in his hand. He is little tipsy.
Journalist is followed by the Mime artist, who first mimes the Journalist
an than others.
Nora (ironically): You would prefer kind of a rock band, more than
“Bi:thoven”?
The Mime artist may also live at that point but his, or her, continuous
participation is still recommended. However, the Director of the play
should decide in each particular case whether to bring in the Mime artist.
Chief Machinist (in a metallic voice): My dear fellow travelers and the
political comrades, I wish you a pleasant trip on board of our super express
train called ‘The Ardent Arrow’, whose main advantage is that its average
fuel consumption is in the inverse proportion to its speed. Or to put it in the
simple terms: the train can, after gaining 150 miles per hour, gradually start
reducing its average energy consumption to 50 per cent - a benefit of
modern technology called ‘Air pillow’.
Chief Machinist (stops for a moment, confused, but as Nora waves her
hand and shuts up, he continues): …I would also like to assure you that the
train construction is done according to the latest technological norms and
that it is protected against any foreseeable damage... Nevertheless, I should
inform you that, for the security reasons, we had to change our original
itinerary a little, in view of the information that a group of anarchists had
mined the tunnel we intended to use... But this small inconvenience is
going to be solved and we will resume our convention soon, although with
some delay.
Milic: I have the impression, not at all reassuring, that the constant speed
increase of this train has become irreversible and that no longer can be
controlled... In any case, for me, the revolver given to Santos indicates
danger... I wonder why the Chief Machinist has opted to continue the
convention in such a dangerous situation?
The face of the Chief Machinist fade out - along with the images on the
television screen. Through the window the reflection of a reddish light
enters again, as coming from an ardent flame somewhere outside. In the
same time a discreet whistle, like an echo of a deep moaning, is heard.
Nora: Yah!.. Jean Paul Sartre said that we are what we managed to
realize during our lives; and not what we thought of ourselves, or that what
we wished the others to think of us… Not even what somebody may say
about us during our funeral... I can remember it, word by word: “…a
human being commits oneself during lifetime, forms a personality, and
outside that personality there is nothing”… It is important, then, that we
commit ourselves by something worthwhile in our lives... So that the
diabolic gardeners could not cultivate us, as they do by crossing the
carrots. Or that the trains like this, offering a collective and prepaid tickets,
do not take us to a nameless land; perhaps directly to the hell.
Milic: I think that I got your point, Miss Nora. It is true that the leaders
similar to the Chief Machinist are seeded everywhere in the world. In the
quite recent history of my country we had a similar leader, a Marshal
general, who preached that his truth was the only true one... In fact, we had
two of them...
Milic: Not at all. From the memory of a single night that has remained in
my mind as 'the night of the air assassins', I have managed to overcome any
type of fear in me… In addition to it, I have concluded that the difference
between us and those expecting a capital punishment in a special prison
cell consists, mainly, in the fact that they know exactly their dooms-day
and even the hour (passes the hand over his throat).
Nora: I have the strange impression that the Chief Machinist’s face which
we saw on this screen had something frankly... diabolic.
Milic (showing two fingers in a V): You are talking about those reddish
growths in his head, similar to small carrots?
Nora: Like two discreet horns? Yes… Besides, the skin of his face as well
as the color of his eyes were, at some moments at least, shining reddish.
(*5) From the Devil's Bible.
The red lights coming through the window continue their dance. At the
same time moaning behind the stage is heard again, like a distant echo of
human voices.
John (interrupting the dialog between Nora and Milic): Just a moment,
please... I cannot allow that similar things, so absurd, are pronounced in
this compartment without some commentary… Our Chief Machinist is a
well-known public figure, chosen by most of our citizens during the free
ballot.
Santos appears briefly on the compartment door and calls the Mime artist
with a movement of his hand.
Santos (to the Mime artist): The Big boss wants to see you, funnyman. I
hope that you prepared some really funny number for him.
(They both exit).
S C E N E IV
The Focus changing to John and Aisha who now are sitting together.
John, who ignores the last commentary made by Nora, approaches Aisha
and their become engaged in an intimate conversation; isolated from the
others by the light of the reflector.
Aisha (smiling): To talk about all these subjects would take quite a
journey… It is true that we, 'Orientals', as you call us here, are seeing
worldly things from a quite different angle, indeed... In opposition to what
we consider as western negligence, superficiality and impatience, typically
rooted in the feeling of superiority.
Aisha: For example, in the impatience towards those who think differently;
in particular those living in the Third world, whose voice is easily
discarded. Also, in a tendency more and more present to solve the world-
wide problems applying force of arm and bombing, instead of diplomacy
and the international laws and customs... Buddha taught that everything
what is alive, until a small insect in our path, has the right to live... But I
have been very unconscionable saying all this and please accept my most
sincere apology.
John: Why should you apologize, Aisha? Because you revealed to me your
intimate opinions? I myself instigated you to do that... I have always
respected the Orient and have even thought that something there can be
found… for example, discover the hidden meaning of human existence.
John (to Aisha): You once mentioned to me that your study of music,
piano wasn’t it, begun in Cambodia?
Aisha: Yes. During the regime of Khmer rouge... (It is advisable to select
some photo, or a suitable video from war-time there and show it on the
screen).
Aisha (after a brief pause, recollecting that period of her life): In the
beginning of the hostilities I lost my parents… Than my piano teacher, an
old European lady who was tolerated by the Khmer because they needed
an English interpreter, took care of me. The soldiers used to leave some
food for us in a metal plate deposited on the doorstep of our house, as for
the dogs. Also, they left the old lady’s small piano but prohibited its use...
Soon enough we learned that, when covering its inner strings with an old
bathing towel, no sound was emitted when I 'played’ on it... That way I
could continue with my learning while dreaming about the most beautiful
piano melodies in the world.
Aisha: I have never touched a piano after I left Cambodia... (She takes her
viola): But I also wanted to ask you something in relation to my duo with
Mister Milic’s chello.
John: I suppose that our Jesus Christ neither (cross himself)… You
probably consider that the West is moving away from spiritual values?
The train accelerates with a long whistle, followed with a slight shake
Aisha: Ups!… (she smiles again): The salvation itself, perhaps, is not of
supreme importance. What really counts is the proper way to reaching
Nirvana and for that reason the patience and the power of concentration are
vital… For the Buddhists, it is important to find the way to follow the
illuminated path marked by Buddha, while trying to understand our destiny
and our own personality as it really is.
John: We, in this part of the world, intimately believe that the fast rise of
the production level, stimulated by ever increasing consumption, could take
the wheels out of the ditch.
At this point a video can be shown illustrating recent peak of the global
economic crisis.
Aisha (emphatically): And, perhaps, even to save us from the danger such
as the ocean waters contamination, which would be a definitive omen of
the world-wide failure to conserve human environment?… I believe that no
production and consumption theory would solve that... Not even the
teaching of some of those learned scholars from Chicago school...
John: But I would like to hear from you just how can we learn…
SCENE V
The Focus continues on John and Aisha, than gradually only on John.
The transparent curtain lowers slowly and the Focus is on John who, in a
retrospective, sees the dining room of the house of his parents. They are
about to have a lunch; at the moment of oration. The father of John crosses
himself and they begin eating during some time in silence. (This scene can
be improvised if Milic and Nora, with a slight change of dress, temporarily
assume the roles of John’s parents – or it can be pre-registered) .
Father (to John, who wears a collage cap now): Your mother and I must
tell you something very important, Johnny... This morning the Principal of
your school called and informed us about your rebellion during the class
dedicated to the religion...
John: It was not a rebellion, father... He must have informed you about my
discussion during the philosophy class. I admit that it was quite liberal but
our professor of philosophy invited all of us to...
Father: Oh, nothing in particular; people come here from all parts of the
world with some rare ideas... To say, as it seems you did, that the
postulation of any kind of All-mighty supernatural being would affect, or
even cancel a priori, our free will and free human determination is
completely incorrect. His professor should have indicated that to you...
From the apple of knowledge offered by Eva and accepted freely by Adam
we all have the possibility to choosing between the good and the evil.
(*7)Adam and Eve (From an old Bible edition).
John: I began my discussion right from that point: If the apple given to
Adam by Eva was a first sin, affecting all humans, this would mean that the
human species was marked by evil from the very beginning of its
existence… And that disqualifies us to freely choose our destiny... Also, is
it not true that the words of Lord that orient our lives do not change,
whereas the face of the World undergoes the constant changes?… So,
whatever we do the rule from the heaven is unalterable.
Father: I do not want to enter the discussion with you on that subject,
Johnny. My intention is to face you with the fact that, because of his
rebel... or discussion, you had disturbed the spirit of the whole class and
that is what you must understand... It is one thing what one thinks in
private and another what one says to the others. Our spoken words oblige
us and stick with us for ever...
John: But something similar was imperative during the time of Stalin, and
even our senator Macarty, among others – not to mention the present ones;
in particular all those military dictators in the countries of the Third world
who we support if their regimes are considered useful.
John (visibly affected and trying to tranquilize her): Yes, mother... I will
review all that in my head. I promise...
S C E N E VI
The transparent curtain rises again and Focus is now on all present.
Aisha (taking its viola in hand shows to John a section in the music): Here
it is, in the beginning of this section.
Milic with his chello joins Aisha and John. They (without Nora) begin
playing the duet section between viola and chello (in the beginning of the
quartet 'Razumovski '). This music is heard awhile by the public, before
attenuating itself, whereas three musicians begin to sleep on their seats.
Santos enters the compartment with a cart and begin to collect the coffee
sets used by the musicians, trying not to disturb them. When he approaches
Nora she discreetly pulls up her skirt above knee.
When Santos bows in order to collect her coffee set, Nora stretches her
hand reaching his biceps.
Santos: Thrown out from the Army due to a fist-fight, Miss Nora… They
never believed that I broke our sergeant’s nose by pure accident; during a
general skirmish in the bar.
Nora: And why did you do it?
Santos continues to collect coffee sets trying not to wake the rest, while the
Focus is now on Nora.
Nora (in her monolog, towards the public): In cotton?... My father was a
fishermen and I had to work during the night in order to study music… One
should never judge somebody by his or her appearance or by profession...
Santos: I participated to date in two wars, living from one day to another...
During wartime they used to double our pays, however.
At that point their compartment is being shaken repeatedly, when the train
passes through a station emitting whistles of danger. These shakes and
whistling are followed by the reflections coming from the invisible red
flame and the moans from the depth.
Santos (lowering his voice and securing himself by a glance that other
musicians are asleep): Wisest thing would be to jump out, if it ever slows
down... But I would not leave this job so easily, as here I make a lot of
money... I have another proposal for you, Miss Nora.
Nora put a finger on her lips and show towards the TV screen.
Santos (continues): Don’t worry, I switched the mike off… I got here, in
the same wagon, a small duty compartment at my disposal. There I have
some excellent whiskey... You can count on my discretion. (Soon after he
leaves with his cart, trying not to make noise).
The Focus changes on the musicians in the compartment who are still
sleeping.
S C E N E VII
The Focus is now on Milic and Nora while the transparent curtain is
being lowered again.
(The flash-back scenes that follows here can be presented only by Milic
and pre-recorded tape; or Aisha and Nora can temporarily assume the
roles of Milic`s wife and Red-cross nurse; the way similar as described in
the Scene V.)
Nora concentrates her attention on Milic who is sleeping on the next seat,
realizing that Milic is in a tumult. Focus is now only on Milic who,
suddenly, stands up with his eyes wide open.
(Flash back)
Milic (his voice mixed with rage as the thunderous sound of war planes –
from a tape - nears): Here they come again. (He speaks to somebody next
to him – his wife)... Only this time there are more of them in the sky… If
only I could see the faces of their pilots... But they are faceless at the
commands of their killing machines… They can be brave or cowardly; the
difference is not essential as all of them are sawing their deadly seed for a
monthly salary; protected by the latest military technique… Only their
civilian victims are without protection… (Some distant explosions are
heard)… This must be near the bridge, they are probably trying to destroy
it... (The explosions are heard now much closer, followed by flame
reflections)… But this is now the kindergarten in flame, my God! (The
sirens of invisible ambulances are herd next and a nurse wearing a white
cap with a Red-cross appears with a boy-toy in her arms).
Milic (he stops the nurse to see the boy, and than like in an agony): This is
our Dragan... They killed our Dragan, the assassins!
The transparent curtain rises again while Nora is awaking Milic, who
slowly recovers.
Focus is again on two of them.
Nora: (trying to calm him down). These are simply bad dreams, Milic.
Milic: Unfortunately, they are not only dreams... From the time that my
wife and I lost our son, Dragan, almost every night I dream military
airplanes bombing. It was probably the reason why I left my country.
Milic: After two world wars that we started? People are living there as in a
glass fenced garden… In the midst of civil unrests, uprisings, hunger and
all kind of other miseries worldwide… By helping developing countries
much more to arm than to produce food that desperately need…The new
Europe, with its military alliance and its troops of shock intervention every
day looks more like... (he raises his hand, similar to the Nazi salute)... But
I got my very personal pain to cope with, Nora, and less and less I worry
about the destiny of the others.
Nora (to Milic): I also knew some deep personal pains, but manage to
handle them... Once you asked me about the scares on my hand and I
avoided the answer... But now I decided to tell you about it: this is a mark
of a blow I received from a policeman`s stick during my participation in a
violent student demonstration against the military dictatorship. He intended
to break my hand with his stick; I saw it in his eyes full of hatred towards
us, who rose the voice of protest against the cruel authority... A year was
necessary to heal this hand and to recover its function. I had to overcome a
torture of intensive physical therapy and than the pain with each note,
whenever touching my violin again. But I learned that ones resolve can be
stronger than any dictatorship.
Milic: (ironically): Through the thorns to the stars… But how can I be sure
that my personal objectives are worth the trouble? Or, say, to be sure that
my positive commitments are more valuable morally than empty promises
of the Machinist of this train?
Milic: Yes, I know it: the problem of Yin and Yang, black and white, good
and bad... (Resignedly): Sometimes I think that t h e y already have won
and definitely prevailed, Miss Nora.
Nora (presenting with her fingers two horns in her front): The diabolic
gardeners, you mean?
Milic: Those like the Main machinist… Or all those powerful ones
determined to handle all of us... Those who, counting on the killing power
of their arms, learned to ignore all criticism and moral accusations. All
those who the problem of the sense of human life does not disturb their
sleep; as long as they can afford a fat bank account, a comfortable house, a
good car... I myself had obtained most of that once in my life but now it
seems to me useless. Only music can separate me, temporarily, from my
memory... Only music, Miss Nora… (Milic calms down gradually and
starts sleeping again).
S C E N E VIII
The transparent curtain is lowered (and it remains on until the mid Scene
IX, as indicated).
The Focus is on Nora who, with a sleepwalker movement, rises from her
seat and rest her eyes on her sleeping colleagues... The train accelerates
again with a long whistle, followed with a slight shake. The red flames
dance are reflected again in the compartment, coming from the window and
the voices from the depth can be heard, more distinguished now.
Nora (listening first to the moaning voices and than speaking to the
audience): A death in the soul, that is what threatens all of us... A form of
spiritual cancer that Sartre had diagnosed as a lost of our proper
personality... And if I rebel against it by accepting Santos’ invitation to
start with?
Milic gets up from his seat and joins Nora. Focus on two of them talking,
in sotto-voce.
Nora (continues in the same vain, addressing the audience): The important
is to commit oneself in favor of freedom fight. On the contrary we would
be worth not more than a broken penny tossed to a beggar on the bridge...
Or, in my case, condemned lifelong to play the second violin in an
anonymous string quartet.
S C E N E IX
Nora, after a brief hesitation, pushes the “Services” button and almost
immediately Santos appears. He embraces Nora firmly and by a vigorous
movement of hands tears her dress, leaving her almost naked. He than tries
to push her out into the corridor.
Santos: Why are you resisting me, Dolly? Didn’t you call me for this...
Let’s go to my small ‘separé’!
When Santos attempts again to push Nora forcibly towards the corridor,
Milic enters and starts struggling to separate Santos from Nora. But with a
fist blow Santos downs Milic to the floor.
John awakes in the meantime and jumps from his seat to help Nora but
Santos draws his revolver and aims it at his chest. At that moment Nora
with both hands now free, takes hold of Santos’ revolver and begins
struggling with Santos in order to put the gun away from John.
A shot is heard and, for a while, it is not clear if someone was wounded.
But soon Santos starts falling to the floor.
Milic (still on his knees, feels Santos pulse): He is dead... The bullet
traversed his heart. Died young…(to the audience): One dies too early or
too late, though... But always dies, obvious. (Milic stands up).
On the TV screen now the Main machinist appears dressed as a cowboy,
shaking hands around. All that is followed by 'country' music. The
Machinist joins a dance of showgirls chorus the casino type organized in
his honor. Some shooting is also herd from the TV screen as a part of the
show.
John (to Milic): I am witness that Santos tried to violate Nora... In the court
of low...
Milic: In the court of law she would get a couple of years for the second
degree murder... Quickly, help me!
John joins Milic in pulling the Santos’ “body” to the window of the
compartment and than pushing it out of the train. All that they do in
sleepwalker movements, like in a scene from a dream.
John and Milic return to their seats, while Aisha remains in the
contemplation mood.
At that moment the transparent curtain is raised and the Journalist enters
the compartment again, accompanied by the Mime artist.
Journalist: But you have them right on your nose, Miss... Look, their
window is wide open!
(The Mime artist closes the window and, beforehand, looking through it
and miming ‘good by’; as if he new about the Garson`s “body”).
Focus on all in the compartment.
John (extending both hands up, like after sleeping): Yah, that was probably
on the television (Indicates TV screen).
John tries, in vain, to shut off the TV screen. Than the Mime artist put a
sign of cross with his hand in front of it and the TV goes off the air
moaning.
John (verifying if the window is closed well and pulling its curtain): Now I
remember something, but like through a fog... That was when I just I began
my carrier.
Journalist: After that than… But I am looking also for more beer for me
and my colleagues... Where that guy, Santos, has evaporated again? (He
leaves the compartment).
John takes his violin and the musicians, including the Mime artist who is
now located at the entrance of the compartment, follow by taking their
instruments. The music of the ‘Razumovski’ quartet resumes.
And at that moment, when it is quite clear that the presentation of the play
is about to finish, a Voice from the audience is heard, very clearly.
Voice (Focus on the speaker in the audience): But you yourself, Miss
Nora... Have you ever discovered the true meaning of human life? And do
you feel guilty of bad faith…?
Nora (Focus on her now) lowers her instrument and points her glance in
the direction of the Voice in the audience as to say something. But she only
shrugs her shoulders and concentrates on her violin again.
Focus now changes to the Mime artist only. He keeps ‘playing’ on his
little violin and the music of the Beethoven’s quartet is reduced to a
distorted sound of a single violin, until the transparent curtain falls.
END
NOTES:
*1 -This is an unpublished English version of the drama, entitled in Spanish
“Los jardineros diabólicos”. Its Spanish version was published in June
2005.
*2 -The enclosed photo of a string quartet is presented here for illustrative
purposes only. It is not connected with the personalities or their actions in
the play.
El cuarteto Juilliard, New York, 1963 (which eventually recorded all Beethoven’s
string quartets).
*3 -The famous Swiss clown Grock with his mini-violin.
*4 -Carnagy concert Hall, New York.
*5 -From the medieval Codex Gigas (also known as the Devil's Bible).
*6 -Ardhanarishvara – Shiva - "the deity who is half woman"
(Shiva, also called Ardhanarishvara, shows here the body of a half male and the other
half as female deity).
*7 -Adam and Eve (A graphic presentation from an old Bible edition).