The event is performed in Turkish. It is not suitable for audiences who do not speak Turkish.
The living room of a British bourgeois family, furnished with British armchairs. An English evening.
Amidst the ruins, Mr. and Mrs. Smith will welcome Mr. and Mrs. Martin into their home, holding on to the last remnants of their Englishness. But how is it that the Maid, Mary, dares to recite poetry to the Fire Chief when there isn’t even the slightest sign of a fire in the house?
If they’re somewhere around London, who is driving us mad? What is it that alienates us so much? If the Diva is actually bald, when will our reality finally arrive? Who benefits from keeping this confusion alive?
Let’s not try to find out. Let’s leave everything exactly as it is. (Shall we?)
From Eugène Ionesco’s unique pen comes a play that perfectly blends abstraction and absurdism. The Bald Diva is at Oyun Atölyesi this season, isn’t it?
(One act; 80 minutes)