But where am I?!?
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
Shower … wow, the shower! I have slept, I am sipping instant coffee to take advantage of all that is offered for free in the hotel (we all do that, admit it!). It is a first-class hotel, it is clean, there is internet, TV and a bathtub next to the bed.
I can see palm trees and the sea from the window.
But where the hell am I?
And this is not coffee!
When the alarm-clock rang to warn me to get ready for dinner, I was already up, I had already had a shower and I had already got dressed. Yes, I am a bit charged-up.
I go down to the lobby and start looking around.
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Africa, Mozambique, Maputo, and they are all black.
Do not take it as a racist statement, it isn’t, but the first thing that makes you fully realize where you are is the fact that the only white person is you.
The hotel staff smile at me all the time, I ask for matches, they give them to me with a smile, then I walk past a mirror and discover that the first person with a smile on his face is me.
I am back in Africa, the moon in the sky is all crooked, with its belly upside- down, it is never like this in Italy.
I go out to breathe a bit of Africa: palm trees everywhere and baobab. Yes, Africa is also baobab trees. Huge trunks and short branches. According to a Burkinabe legend, one day the baobab messed up with a spirit and the latter took revenge uprooting the baobab and replanting it upside down. Since then the baobab trees have taken their typical form, with branches that seem roots.
According to another legend, the baobab was one of the first trees created by God. But when it saw the next plant created, a palm tree stretching out towards the sky, the baobab began to grumble because it wanted be as tall as the palm tree. God heard its complaints and made it grow; but it had just reached the height of the palm tree when it saw the spectacular blossoming of the Flamboyant, and it complained about having no flowers. God solved that, too and endowed the baobab with flowers. It was still not enough: the baobab began to whine about having no fruit like the fig did. This was too much even for the patience of the Creator who, in a fit of rage, uprooted the baobab tree from the land and threw it back with its crown down and the roots up in the air.
I go out of the hotel and I am in the middle of traffic: cars, trucks, buses, tractors, carts, animals, pedestrians, women, children, vendors, everyone in the street at the same time.
I went out when it was daylight, I crossed the street and it was night. Even this is Africa: the sun sets very quickly. Is it because we are close to the Equator?