“Today I have to talk to you about a very earthly problem, about annoying forgetfulness. Who doesn't know that? This applies not only to the elderly but also to younger people like me. You want to get something specific from another room, go briskly there, and once there, you suddenly stop understanding what you really wanted to get. Don't worry, you are by no means on the road to memory loss, God forbid. Your brain, which looks like a muscle, is just a little untrained. There are small gaps in memory. "

Two people, a couple, are sitting in an old people's home in the department for dementia patients. In flashbacks, you get to know the past of these two: the beautiful at the beginning and the slow loss of the beautiful.

"He" and "She", both a little older, spent their lives together. The highs and the lows, the good times and the bad. Now, in view of the looming oblivion, they look back on the common past, while the present is in the process of catching up with them ...

Usually, the dramaturgy of a play consists of the characters on the stage with more and more details about themselves and their characters being equipped. At best, by the end of the piece, they will know more about themselves and the audience will know more about the world.
But what happens when the characters in a piece become more and more forgetful or even end up demented and have forgotten everything that has ever made them up? What is left of a person?
Can a theatrical dramaturgy be maintained under the premise that two people are becoming increasingly strangers to themselves and to the audience? For example, this one: Two people, a couple, are sitting in an old people's home in the department for dementia patients. In flashbacks, you get to know the past of these two: the beautiful at the beginning and the slow loss of the beautiful. The more and more violent mutual reproaches, which become more and more unspecific with increasing forgetfulness, in that they reproach each other for things that they did not experience together because the memory is more and more falsified. Could these two old people, who in the end no longer recognize each other, start all over again? Could the final act be a shy attempt at getting to know and falling in love as if they had never met each other? Is the emptiness, the loss of what has been, the coming death, or a new beginning?
Peter Turrini