"Psychological abuses on generations"

Yesterday I visited an informal theater, where an actress was having her monologue sitting on her chair in front of a small audience. The play was forbidden for people under 18.

Later I made a research to find people's opinion on it. And I found a blog from which source I will be posting the description: http://www.moldovaobserver.com/component/content/article/1-latest-news/5...

The play is called "Mother with no pussy" (Mame fara pizde) and there is one girl (Doriana Talmazan, actor of the Theatre Ionescu) sitting in front of the public, densely crowded public at the 531, the former antique part of the theatre Luceafarul, now a pub where food for mind is played and performed for 1.5 euros simbolic price (25 MDL, which is the price of a beer here). Something to learn for some Western "democratic" cities, where theater and performances are expensively offered in exchange of their entertainment function, instead of the sense of making brain work and cast for something that might be not visibile on cinema and adv, and neither among your closer group of friends.

Mame fara pizde is a monologue which first makes fun of the impossibility to speak about sexuality, as the Mother generation taught (bananas are not eatable in public; cucumber must be cut with care without being seen by the daughters; when did you go the last time to the church, bitch?; you open a jar of marmalade in summer? it is a thing we never did... you must be a bitch, niece), but then the metaphor makes is climax, and clearly the meaning is what is all about is revealed. Censorship and hypocrisy, and collaboration of a brainwashed population kept quite with censorship and a mellow opportunity to refuge yourself on orthodox hopes, escaping from a system which is not recommendable to critic publicly open.

Doriana gets herself barely naked, naked, starts to push up on her knees, looking straight forward, forward. The air is thick. Eyes becomes shiny of tears. Thoughts starts to slide down from jokes, and finds no landmarks. Words are overwhelmed by silence, broken by the voice of the Ministry of Education Moldovan Prime-Minister which, during the events of 7-9 April, claims: "the children, and our sons, are our future, we will take care of them. We have to protect them by being caught in mistake. We have to protect their own future." In the same time, girls are taken by police, raped by police, forced to push up on their knees by police. They explained to me the president has executive control on the police, even if it is an information to be verified.

No news were given. A tear, only one, rains down, sliding slowly on the face. Two girls from the public start to cry. Hugs themselves. Tightly hugs themselves. Friends' ghosts which are brought up here in the stage. The proud of the silence facing up the deadly false voice of the government, who let literaly use a governmental rape on protesters.

Thanks to Nicoleta Esinencu for having the guts to write and publish this play. Nobody knows such news out of this country, since it is too small and too economically dependent to be interesting internationally. If it was China, there would have been a breaking news on Western newspapers. Why not in this case? Where is the OSCE? Where is the EU monitoring, promoting human rights here and there? Are human rights marketable according to the exchange rate of euro and power of purchase?

I invite any independent thinker, and especially Moldovan residents, to use freely this space to denounce, to speak out, to claim for their dignity. And still, to believe. In the human being.

Watching her play, I wanted to get naked too.
After all what happened...
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