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SOME OTHER GLOBE… |
NEKI DRUGI
GLOBUS... |
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The idea for staging The Tempest, occured to me a few years
ago in one Latin American country while speaking with my friend Leo
Dines. He told me a true anecdote
about his father, Dr. Dines, who lived in Poland before the Second World
War. As a brilliant young doctor and intellectual, pride and flower
of his country, he was used to
speaking his mind. So, one day in a
public square, he spoke with a little more than his usual passion against the
marching boots which were stepping over everything that seemed important to
him, and for that he ended up in prison as a communist spy. By sheer luck he managed to escape from
prison and for sometime live peacefully; but soon a war started, a war that
he didn’t like at all, and he landed
in a rally where some friends of his recognized him and made sure that
he, a jew ,immediately ends up in one
of the worse concentration camps. As it improbable as it seems, he survived the camp and finally got to
welcome the liberators. Since he was
intelligent above average, he
soon found out that these new
liberators were also stepping over all things important to him, and for his
observations he again ended up in prison, this time as an enemy of communism
and the revolution. After ten years, more or less, his brother who found his fortune in Israel, succeeded in taking him out of prison and
getting him a passport and money for the trip. And so Dr. Dines, straight out of prison entered one Warsovian
turist agency with the intention to buy himself a plane ticket. A friendly agent asked him where did he
want to travel to, but he didn’t have a ready answer. Then she tried suggesting to him: “Israel?”, to which he replied:
“No way”. -She: “Aha, Western Europe, Germany?” - He:
“God Forbid!”. -She: “U.S.A!!!”. -He: Oh, no, no!”. At that moment, some other people came
into the agency and the agent told him:
“While I take care of these people… here’s a globe, look at it for a
while ….and decide where you would like to go.” When she returned after half an hour, Dr. Dines was still
staring at the globe. Full of
enthusiasm she asked: “So, where are
we going?”, and he replied: “Is there
some other…globe…”. “The great globe itself!” For us who live for it, theatre is our first globe, Prospero’s magic island which teaches us many things… At the end of everything, tired wiz Shakespeare said his farewell to the stage accepting humankind with all it’s imperfections, but with the hope that we can be better, better than others, better than ourselves…I hope we shall make a performance of our globe…and forgiveness. |
Ideja o
postavljanju Oluje sinula mi je prije nekoliko godina u jednoj
latinskoameričkoj zemlji dok sam razgovarala s mojim prijateljem Leom Dinesom
. On mi je ispričao istinitu anegdotu svoga oca Dr. Dinesa, koji je prije
Drugog svjetskog rata živio u Poljskoj. Kao briljantan mladi liječnik i
intelektualac, cvijet i ponos svoje zemlje , imao je običaj govoriti sve što
mu je padalo na pamet. Tako je jednog dana, na nekom trgu, malo žešče
progovorio protiv nadolazećih čizama koje su gazile po svemu što se njemu
činilo važnim, pa je završio u zatvoru kao komunistički špijun. Uz ludu sreću
uspio je pobjeći iz zatvora i neko vrijeme živjeti u miru, ali je uskoro
počeo rat koji mu se nikako nije sviđao pa se našao na nekim demonstracijama
gdje su ga prijatelji prepoznali i pobrinuli se da odmah , kao Židov, završi
u jednom od najzloglasnijih logora. Ne zna se kako, ali preživio je i taj
logor i napokon dočekao osloboditelje. Obzirom da je bio natprosječno
inteligentan, ubrzo je shvatio da sad ti novi
osloboditelji opet gaze po važnim mu stvarima, pa je zbog tih svojih
opservacija ponovno završio u zatvoru, kao neprijatelj komunizma i
revolucije. Nakon desetak godina njegov ga je brat, koji se lijepo snašao u
državi Izrael, uspio izvaditi iz zatvora i nabaviti mu putovnicu te novac za
put. I tako je Dr. Dines ravno iz
zatvora ušao u jednu varšavsku turističku agenciju s namjerom da kupi
avionsku kartu. Ljubazna agentica upitala ga je kuda želi putovati, ali on
nije imo spreman odgovor. Zatim mu je pokušala sugerirati, “Izrael?”, na što
je on odgovorio, “ma,ne!”. Ona: “Aha, zapadna Europa, Njemačka?”- on :“Bože
sačuvaj!”. Ona: “SAD!!!”, on: “ah,ne,ne!”
U tom su trenutku u agenciju ušli neki drugi ljudi i agentica je
rekla: “ Dok ja s njima nešto obavim, evo vam ovdje globus malo ga proučite... pa odlučite
gdje želite otići”. Kada se nakon pola sata vratila Dr. Dines je još
uvijek buljio u globus. Puna entuzijazma, upitala ga je: “Onda, gdje ćemo?”,
a on je odgovorio: “ Ima li neki drugi … globus…” "The great
Globe itself!" Za nas koji ga živimo, teatar je naš prvi globus,
Prosperov otok čarolija koji nas uči mnoge stvari… Na kraju svega, umorni se
mag Shakespeare oprostio od pozornice prihvaćajući ljudski rod sa svim
njegovim nedostatcima, ali u nadi da možemo biti bolji, bolji od drugih, bolji od sebe samih … Nadam se
da ćemo napraviti predstavu o našem globusu… i oprostu. |