Dark.
Dark. Dark lasts for a long time, then:
Voices: Hey, listen. What? Embarassing, right. What is? That nothing happens here. So much happening everywhere else… Be glad.
Actors.
Light. Four actors enter, sit down by the table and drink coffee, talking about what they have been doing today. Then they put on helmets, pull out guns and while shouting "allah akbar" they run away. Sounds of gun fire.
Fairy tale 1.
Grandson: Grandma, tell me what it used to be like before.
Grandma: Oh, my boy, once upon a time it used to be good. We all had jobs. Everybody had a place to live. There were no poor, no rich. We were all even.
Grandson: Meaning no one had a shit?
Grandma: No, one had exactly what one needed. On May Day, we formed a parade and waved to ours on the grandstand. They gave us parade wands decorated with Picasso´s peace doves. At those times, peace was everywhere since everybody was afraid of us.
Grandson: Us?
Grandma: We had nuclear bombs, my boy. Good ones, too, from Russia. Everybody thought twice before pulling our leg.
Grandson: We were not part of NATO then?
Grandma: NATO was our biggest enemy then! We, the camp of socialism, were part of the Warsaw Pact. We had the biggest number of tanks in the world!
Grandson: Is it true that Czechoslovakia was surrounded by an electric fence?
Grandma: So that capitalists wouldn´t attack us from outside.
Grandson: And were you able to travel?
Grandma: Of course! Together with your granddad we visited Kiev, we used to go to Budapest, to Bucurest…
Grandson: Did you go to a seaside?
Grandma: Lake Balaton was enough for us. But the state took a good care of us, young married couple always got an apartment, a loan, and if they had a baby, they got more money. We enjoyed free vacation in Tatras and at the Domaša Dam Lake. My God, we had so much fun in the tent! We cooked instant soups on a spirit cooker, and your granddady´s glasses fell in the pot! Oh no, you can´t experience that today, my poor child. What´s the hurry, what are you up to?
Grandson: Oh, just a school trip to Paris. The whole day on the bus, you know, terribly boring. By the way, you wouldn´t have 10 EUR, would you, grandma?
Flagellants 1.
The group of flagellants crosses the stage, reciting.
I´ve never been better than today/ Still like a dog I howl and complain
Spam 1.
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translated by Blanka Křivánková
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