mother courage and her children

when i went to see mother courage and her children¹ -a play by the great bertolt brecht- i forgot to take the prevision to anticipate my leaving. lateness as result.

speculation made a double fool of me when i thought about huge queues at long gazes -because of the hour, almost 1h after the begining-, but just a theater illiterate could imagine this. it took me a glance to be in. complete darkness, except for a little radiant light deep inside the theater, and, then, a loud voice, it was anna.

survival desperation, latin tunes, contradictory meta-messages, lonely waving flags, soft reggaeton and multiple characters were part of a bunch of signs that slapped in my face.

after all, all i can do is trying to reinterpretate reading the play, i hope so.

Sergio Galdos

¹ mutter courage und ihre kinder is the original german title. there are numerous english translations, but two of them keep as the main references: richard wilbor's and david hare's.