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A Drunkard on a Train

Theatre:
Author:
Venedikt Jerofejev
Director:
Dramatisation based on Venedikt Erofeev's prose poem Moscow-Petushki: Meelis Lainvoo

Director: Toomas Suuman
Artist: Kristi Leppik
Musical design: Ahti Bachblum

Cast: Erik Ruus, Volli Käro, Anneli Rahkema, Silja Miks (guest), Heigo Teder, and Indrek Apinis (guest).

A film hero is asked who he is and the man says that he is not the same man today who he was yesterday. And he adds that tomorrow he will not be the same person as today. Thus he leaves the question unanswered and it is the right thing to do. He does not know.
Nobody knows.
A DREAM has been in between and A DREAM comes again.
What was YESTERDAY and what is TOMORROW?!
Only words.
What links them? "I woke, I got up, I ate, I rode, I worked, I came, I talked, I raised my children, I was happy, I was sad..."
Only verbs. "I did this, I was like that."
And TOMORROW? "I intend to do, I am going to be..."
Only memories. Only longing.
Between these, among these, how could one find that one and only moment - WHO am I?
The DREAM of dreams casts shadows and paints colours, gives rest and purifies. The DREAM of being urges on, exhausts us, teaches us, makes us old and sad.
And this is how it has to be.
Everything in the world must happen slowly and in the wrong way, so that people would not get arrogant, so that people would be sad and perplexed. Perhaps it would be fatal if the world and the people became transparent? Perhaps the world has to be hidden? And also us, the people in the world? Hidden from each other and from ourselves?

A man awakes. He is not sure of yesterday or today or his place in the world. But he decides not to care about this uncertainness.
Rather, in spite this, he decides to let go of all the yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows.
He goes to the railway station and gets on a train. The gentle rustle of the wings of Angels and the silver voices of the heavenly creatures sounds above him when he goes away! He travels to get TO THIS PLACE at last!
To get THERE!

Toomas Suuman