We are experiencing the repercussions of a civil war exhaustion. The people are ill; their wounds have brought the beast out of them, have turned them into creatures that walk a tightrope between life and death. Tired faces that have grown ugly, worn out by war, pain, destruction, wretchedness, and abysmal hatred; towards brothers, fellow travellers, those who were called upon to share both the fruitful and the barren land with, God himself. The only one who still carries the Light within her, innocence, hope for an untainted life, is the Bride; she wants to become the fertile soil where the young generation will stem from to love and co-exist in harmony. However, she becomes the sought-after loot; the precious diamond that everyone will defile. Since they cannot respond to its brilliance, they have to dip it in their mud. No matter how much they try to resist the momentum of destruction, the heroes have already surrendered to the absolute nature of causality.
* Our warm thanks go to Mr Nikos Karavasilis, the President of the Cultural Society of the Red Church, for his valuable assistance and support in bringing this performance to life.