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  • The lights are on, the audience sits on the plastic chairs inside the yard of the small church were the stage has been set.
    We are in the backstage. Thodoros turns on the music, a cassette he had borrowed once and never returned back as he said.
    The music was so old... it reminded me of an uncanny post-war Greece I never knew.
    This summer we were not paid because the theater director lost his money in the casino.
    The stage workers left, the actors were threatening him to quit. Only Thodoros remained by his side.
    As we dressed up for the performance, Francesca fixing her make up said a malicious joke about the director.
    He at once showed up and looked at us. We were not sure if he heard what has been just said.
    The joke was so good that we started to laugh anyway. He came to us in a good mood saying: " I'm happy my troupe has having such a good time"
    We laughed even louder. He joint us making an even louder and funny laughter.
    The audience who heard the funny laughing started also to laugh.
    After a while the show is on. I'm waiting behind the azure painted hardboard leafs to enter the stage. From the front side they look like walls of a common house interior...
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