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ESTONIAN BALLADS

Author:
Veljo Tormis
Director:
Peeter Jalakas
Premiere:
Esietendus 18. augustil 2004 Kuusalu vallas Soorinna külas endises kolhoosi heinaküünis.
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Musical designer and conductor: Tõnu Kaljuste
Costume designer: Reet Ulfsak
Graphical design: Arbo Tammiksaar
Estonian Philharmonic Chamber Choir, Tallinn Chamber Orchestra
Cast: Liina Vahtrik, Mari Abel, Taavi Eelmaa, Erki Laur, Juhan Ulfsak, Aki Suzuki, Kristiina Pashkevichius, Triin Lilleorg, Kärt Tõnisson, Helen Reitsnik, Kristel Elling, Janek Joost and others.

Sunday. Lobby. Condition good. I'm standing in the lobby. There is a message for me on the roof. Have to chew myself through there. I take the first bite. A wasp pierces a hole in my right hand and crawls in. The grating of a glass pushes me upwards.
Monday. Second floor. Grating of glass excites me and makes me pant. Pulse is fast, pupils expanded. I feel the insect slowly crawling upwards under the skin of my arm and emerges from my ear. The air is buzzing. My ear bleeds.
Tuesday. Third floor. Can't wipe the sweat. Clouds are quickly moving back and forth in front of the sun. Now I am in a cool shadow, now in the scorching sun again. Wasps touch the soft places of my body - my armpits, lips and tongue with their sharp feet. There are about 10 000 of them.
Wednesday. Fourth floor. It's raining. I hear the raindrops falling against the window. Drop-drop. I don't care. I'm getting tired, but I will not stop. Wasps crawled through the pores into me and are eating my bowels right now. It hurts terribly.
Thursday. Fifth floor. I no longer have the uncomfortable full-stomach sensation. I feel good, empty. My mouth moves mechanically. I'm very skilled already. The wasps are crawling out of me. I hear them rapidly starting to eat the hotel.
Friday. Sixth floor. Head is empty. I don't remember anymore why I started to chew myself through up here? I take the last bite of glass. The hotel is all gone. The wasps are gone. Why don't I fall down?
Saturday. A figure floats in the middle of nothing. It's empty inside. Its skin is thin and dry as a wasp's nest or a paper. It bears the writing: ESTONIAN BALLADS