Inside the theatre it was almost pitch black.
There was either no budget for electricity or there was no one around, and it quickly turned out it was neither as the lights came on and three women on stage asked him at the same time, in not bad English, what he was doing there.
‘How did you know I was here?’ Sila asked back, shielding his eyes from the light on the wall right next to him.
‘We heard your breathing.’
‘It was that loud?’
‘All men breathe loudly,’ replied the one with a cane, looking at him with her head slightly tilted, a pose that reminded him of that zine store lady he’d met in Brighton. God, that woman was intense.
‘Kaj? Šalil sem se. I was joking.’
‘I just wanted to have a look at your set design,’ Sila said, scanning the stage for a cabinet. ‘Your poster outside is pretty cool.’
‘We’re printing one with our faces on it,’ added the one closest to him, a woman in a VOTE VALENTINE t-shirt. ‘For the first show next week.’
‘I think the one you’ve got is pretty creepy.’
‘It’s no good.’
‘Angleščina,’ said the VOTE VALENTINE woman before turning to Sila. ‘She said it is not representative.’
‘Zakaj? Smo v sloveniji…’
‘No women,’ Sila said, pretending not to understand the Slovene part, ‘is that what you mean?’
‘Not just physically, but thematically. What is The Cabinet of Dr Caligari about? Control, of course, but control inside the general society. In our production, it is the schism inside feminism, the battle of the old guard and the new, the battle for definition and ownership.’
‘To ni nekaj, kar bi razumel.‘Continue reading