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How long does eternal love last?
How long does eternal love last?
“Language is character. Language is rebellion.” – A play about a generation clash.
“And so, on a Shrove Tuesday night, all these people meet ‘by chance’ in a half-built flat. That is the start of a story that needs to unwind before our eyes in a single theatrical stroke with all its rises and falls, as is typical of such carnivalesque, unpredictable and entirely drunken nights.”
"I think our new government with such an eager Minister of Work, Family and Moral Reform, will be able to get many useful things done.”
"Don’t go fooling around with Linhart now, mother! Europe awaits!"
"The play takes place every night from 11.14 p.m. to 11.34 p.m. and from 3.56 a.m. to 5.04 a.m.”
"Good literature always speaks of its time without saying any particular words about it.”
A crime drama about very intimate issues
It’s not just people who are running from war that are refugees. A refugee is anyone who lives in their own country but cannot live off their work. These people are refugees in their own nation, amongst their own people, in a system that used and discarded them, even though they played an important role in it. We live in times of global refugees. We are convinced that other people are refugees, but in fact we are, too.
“Where do you get you inspiration from? You’ve probably never been to war … But when I read and listen to your poetry, I think, fuck, this man has lived some.”
“I'm watching shit, I’m not reading, I’m not doing anything, fuck, Ljubljana, it really isn’t cool, fuck, tomorrow I’ll start … tomorrow …”
They performed Anna Karenina and Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. They performed Madame Bovary and Mrs. Chatterley’s Pet. Isolde began to visit the library. Her visits were so frequent that the librarian asked her if she had perhaps taken up the study of comparative literature! They performed at least a hundred scenes from world classics; at first faithfully, then less and less as the author had imagined them, and more and more as the bright Isolde had imagined them.