A Palma tra le palme (bagnate!)
It seems easy to be supportive... #1Continue reading
How do they laugh in Africa? #2Continue reading
Simone, do you want to go to Mozambique? #3Continue reading
I am going to Mozambique! But to do what? #4Continue reading
The meetings #5Continue reading
Where do I start? #6Continue reading
Meeting withContinue reading
The first contacts with Mozambique #8Continue reading
Agenda first mission in Mozambique #9Continue reading
First mission: arrival in Maputo #1Continue reading
But where am I? #2Continue reading
Meeting with Alvim Cossa #3Continue reading
Teatro do Oprimido Show #4Continue reading
Meeting with the Machaka Association #5Continue reading
The Show by the Machaka Group #6Continue reading
Manuela Soeiro and the Avenida Theater #7Continue reading
Gonçalo Mabunda #8Continue reading
Meeting with the Luarte Association #9Continue reading
Luarte Show #10Continue reading
Maputo - Pemba Journey #11Continue reading
Vitor Raposo #12Continue reading
Pemba – Palma Trip #13Continue reading
Visit to the village of Quionga #14Continue reading
Visit to the village of Quirindi #15Continue reading
That wonderful beach! #16Continue reading
Visit to the village of Pundanhar #17Continue reading
The Mamãe Kit #18Continue reading
Visit to the hospital in Palma #19Continue reading
Return to Italy #20Continue reading
The project continues! #1Continue reading
How many meetings are we going to have?!? #2Continue reading
Agenda second mission in Mozambique #3Continue reading
Second mission in Mozambique, arrival at Pemba #4Continue reading
Felix Mambucho #5Continue reading
Performance Vitor Raposo and the Tambo Tambulani Tambo company #6Continue reading
Pemba – Palma Trip #7Continue reading
Performances at Palma, on with the casting! No, stop! #8Continue reading
Grupo do funzionarios #9Content Continue reading
Performances (and casting) in the village of Pundanhar #10Continue reading
Performances (and casting) in the village of Quionga #11Content Continue reading
Selecting the actors for the Italian stages #12Continue reading
Are you ready to come to Italy? #13Continue reading
The return to Italy and end of the second mission #14Continue reading
Preparing for the first training period at Alcatraz #1Continue reading
Arrival at the Libera Università di Alcatraz #2Continue reading
We begin! #3Continue reading
Mario Pirovano #4Continue reading
Acting with Mario Pirovano #5Continue reading
Arms going up on their own! #6Continue reading
A dive into the theatre #7Continue reading
Let’s tell a love story! #8Continue reading
Being an actor is hard work #9Continue reading
What days! #10Continue reading
O falso médico! #11Continue reading
We all go shopping! #12Continue reading
The performance takes shape #13Continue reading
We need an ultrasound! #14Continue reading
Rome has never been so beautiful! #15Continue reading
Second training session: the first day... #1Continue reading
The return of the Mozambicans #2Continue reading
A tragic day #3Continue reading
Memory tests with Mario Pirovano #4Continue reading
Rehearsals, rehearsals, rehearsals… and that script in 3 languages… #5Continue reading
First reading of the script in Swahili #6Continue reading
Just for a change, we rehearse... #7Continue reading
That damned video! #8Continue reading
In and around Perugia #9Continue reading
The last rehearsals #10Continue reading
Action! #11Continue reading
Changes to the show? Change the title?!? #1Continue reading
Confusion in Fatima’s House #2Continue reading
Preparation of the stage design #3Continue reading
Ready to go (again)? #1Continue reading
Arrival at Pemba #2Continue reading
At Palma under the palm trees (wet!) #3Continue reading
First day of the tour: Mute #4Continue reading
Second day of the tour: Pundanhar #5Continue reading
Third day of the tour: Quionga #6Continue reading
Fourth day of the tour: Palma #7Continue reading
Fifth day of the tour: Olumbe #8Continue reading
Thank you Mozambique, thank you so much! #9Continue reading
In the previous diary I forgot to mention that to reach Palma from Pemba you have to fly for an hour, but there’s also another hour and a half by road: the airport is at Mocìmboa in Praia, about eighty kilometres from Palma.
But we have invited all the other actors for dinner and there’ll be a party! I have a new cell phone for Adelino (Cuba) in my suitcase, and the article that appeared in the “Corriere della Sera (La Lettura)” about Ana Bela.
It’s extremely hot. And it’s raining.
What I really mean is that you can’t understand if you’re wet because of sweat or the rain. When it isn’t raining, the sun beats down, like a hammer.
Not the best conditions for an outdoor stage performance. I can’t test the scenery, because the rain can ruin the design, we can only try the performance in the small room in one of the hotel rooms, so spaces, distances, movements are all sacrificed.
Then we have the actors. Safina, after a day of rehearsal, has a temperature. Adelino Cuba is getting over his bout of malaria, Adelino Mr. Kedo is probably catching it, Agostinho is thinking about his university accounts exam that he will be doing next week, Arlete has to memorise her lines in Swahili, a language she doesn’t know because she’s from Maputo, and she might have an ear infection. Ana Bela doesn’t seem to have anything, she’s fine!!!
Work goes well in the morning, the rehearsal is always good, but in the afternoon, rhythm and concentration drop greatly and at around 4 pm we’re all finished.
The good news is that we’re present.
The presentation is there, the actors remember it, the props are there, and the costumes too. And it’s clear, I repeat it to the point of exhaustion, that “we’re a comical sketch”. We make people laugh, we inform through enjoyment. And to make the audience enjoy itself, the actors have to enjoy themselves in turn. We try the performance in Swahili, I don’t understand the words but I know the movements, moments, scenes, positions of the actors. I can understand the performance without understanding the words, I begin to savour the magic of the theatre!
Felix, who is the actor/director with the most sector experience from among all of us, helps the others move around the stage and be in the right position at the right moment.
I look after the short scenes: the two incorrect injections, the drip tube that curls up. And the part when the health messages are read.
All fine until the wind tears one of the backdrops. And my heart with it!
For a moment I wanted to be somewhere else.
Then a tailor from Palme stitched it up again and strengthened it. We went to the market and we bought two pairs of jeans to act as reinforcements. “What size?”, “Doesn’t matter, we have to cut them up.”
The Palma tailor who mended the backdrop is the hero of the day. Unquestionable. This is why I paid for a repair – two days of work – that cost almost as much as his month’s wage without bargaining. I said that if he did a good job I would pay him the full amount, he did an excellent job and I kept my word.
Tomorrow the first performance will be held in the village of Mute, about forty kilometres from Palma, where we are.
The photos below show the dress rehearsal that was presented at the Palma Residence the evening before the opening night. There were some authorities from Palma, and also clients from the hotel. We acted in Portuguese.