The project comes from a human and artistic meeting, prepared almost unwillingly for a long time, because for over 20 years our theatrical paths were parallel, observing and calling each other, dialoguing and finally converging.
For all those years our theatre has been questioning a common identity to find answers to our concerns. We abandoned theatre mainstreams to venture into paths far from curtains and velvets. Thank to those choices we found our roots, our humble origins of farmers' and working class children, represented by the symbols of the hammer and sickle. A world apparently disappeared today. Contemporary society, moving at supersonic speed, keeps some encrusted traces of it in its suburbs where our people live, where our ideal audience is, where the boys, the girls and all those who attend our laboratories and play with us come from. From Lido Adriano to Valsamoggia, from Diol Kadd to Calais. We grew up while everything was falling apart. Pasolini tells it all with sorrow and clarity. We were born from a dying civilization. We keep signs of that in our eyes, in our voices, in our bodies, in our hands and expecially in our heads, inside.
It is so clear! When we play we are artisans, farmers, workers. We perform ourselves, with our stories, our experiences. And the stage is an intimate space to be shared with the audience. It is a big table around which we move to prepare food we are eating together: tortelli, bread.... Around that table the secular ceremony of nourishing is realized. Gestures, looks, sounds and silences link together with words, our words telling the stories excluded from history books. High and Low, Past and Present, Big and Small, Far and Close, Tragic and Comic gather at that table for the time of a play that is similar to a lunch or a supper, maybe the last one or maybe the first one, or only an ordinary family dinner.