This evening we went to the theater to watch a one-man show with a famous Turkish actor.
We had front row seats and I was quite curious.
Turns out I couldn’t follow the story.
I understood quite a lot of the words but that’s it.
I wasn’t too fussed. I still enjoyed the spectacle.
He was shouting a lot. When he climbed in and around the stage set up and danced in a kind of drunken-fist style, I realized I would love to watch some professional dancers.
After the show, my wife and her friend and brother were laughing.
Apparently, they hadn’t understood anything either. I don’t mean they didn’t get the theme of the story or the overall meaning.
They didn’t understand anything.
“He fucked my brain,” was the most poignant comment.
I felt a little better about not understanding but, like I said, I wasn’t too fussed.
It was a good night out. A minimalist night out.
I look forward to seeing some dance-shows. For now I’m dwelling in the silence at home. It’s peaceful.
