Mónica Calle
Festival Internacional de Teatro de Almada
Sinopsis
The dream of the cherries. We tell stories and laugh, while the house is being destroyed. And continue to live. “You know, I get up at four every morning. Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I think: “Oh Lord, you’ve given us huge forests, in nite elds, and endless horizons, and we, living here, ought really to be giants”
The Cherry Orchard, Anton Tchekov