Good morning Thursday, it’s 8.30 – Laila is writing, in queue for toilet, no surprise! Have been back and forth since 7.50, every time finding new morning troubled, pee filled people waiting, some with more pressured facial expressions than others. In the meantime my patience have shrunk into non-existing, and I’ll guard this spot on the carpet in front of toilet not letting any more people to pass before me. – I guess you must have heard this story plenty times before by now, right? Well, it is a very tough life, dealing with theater...
Just a little bit later, 8.47 –DEJA VU! The queuing feeling hunts me this morning, appearing several times, in queue for water tap, in queue for boiled water, in queue for a moment of free space to open the oven and check the bread I’m baking... Deep breaths, Laila, what are all this people doing in the kitchen this early? All I want is a cup of tea for my smoke-destroyed sore throat after too much singing, too many cigarettes and too much inhaling bonfire-smoke while trying to explain Romanian kids not to put their stickbread in the flames – all taking place yesterday at the lake event. But every time I return to the kitchen, the boiled water have disappeared somewhere, for something I don’t know. This time I’ll keep my eyes on it.
9.07 – I made it! Was almost tricked by the kitchen lady speaking only Romanian, while disabling my hands and mind with a pot of sausages for a reason I never understood – while trying to figure out what she wanted me to do with it, in the background I could watch the water boiler being carried away for an unknown task, out of my reach. But for a minute I managed to think fast and multitask – some Romanian words go with pot and sausage, then cup and running, and now I have a wonderful cup of tea in front of me... I’m happy!
But wait... There is still bread in the oven, when did I check last time? Oh, I guess I have to run again.
Later.... Freshly baked bread turned out to be a hit, and there is a happy atmosphere now when the worst toilet-stress is over. I’m enjoying tales from yesterday’s experiences and more or less drunken experiences.
15.18, time is running! After a hectic morning with too many balls in the air it was just grand to let the church affect calmness and silence upon the group. Bálint apparently had other and less calming plans for us, directing us trough a sweaty warm up with crawling, kicking and jumping, as to get yesterdays palinka out of the body. Now the theater part of our Roşia Montană stay are kicking in, and in groups we’ve been working with different ideas creating scenes. Personally I’ve been very busy and amused by trying to prevent the old Unitarian church from falling apart. It have been hours of climbing around searching possibilities in the church space, a game I really enjoy a lot! The appearance of an amazing amount of homemade Romanian doughnuts, made by the kitchen lady and our two Romanian translators, only made this part of the day even better, mm...
Lunch is now over, and I’m trying to convince myself to go to the internet – the frightening thought of dealing with at least two weeks of unread and unanswered mails have been working very hard against me for several days now. And thinking about it, a few more days wouldn’t harm anyone. I guess it’s the kind of faraway reality, which I can’t really connect myself to up here in the Romanian mountains. Roşia Montană workshop is this big intense bubble, where it’s hard to imagine that time and the world outside actually exists. So much is happening here all the time.
But what does exist here is the heat of the sun, and besides tiredness the only thing in my mind right now is ---> ICE CREAM.
21.47 – Yes, believe it or not, still the same day. Just thought about this morning’s warm up, and it seems like days ago I was kicking and hitting people to the rhythm of „Humpty Dumpty sat on wall...” This is how the days go by here, full of stuff! Right now I’m full of lasagna, with a slight stomachache caused of overeating. I should note here, that the wonderful menu was prepared dancing, by me and Esther, turning the kitchen into a dance floor featuring Santogold. We’re both lying in bed now exhausted, and I just received a big juice kiss on my cheek from Esther – who is also talking to other people in the room. We live quite close here in Roşia Montană, you see. In our room is four double beds, currently hosting seven people, six birds, an elephant, a deer and four statues of pretty girls. Morten is present in this moment, striking some chords on his exotic instrument which I have forgotten the name of.
The afternoon went with more group theater work, for my sake back in the lovely Unitarian church – I guess the amount of time in church during this workshop tops the total amount of church time in my whole life.
Esther is giving a very good proposal this very minute, she thinks I should write down all ingredients used for this evenings menu down in the logbook – which I actually agree with, though the 1,5 min I have left until Bálint starts a movie screening at 22.00. SHARP! Won’t do for this task. Now it would be a surprising new experience if this time limit was actually held punctual for once.
00.43, I can smell myself, and it’s not a good sign. Intended to take a shower before, but was falling a sleep in the bathroom queue, and my mind tricked me into believing, that if I went to bed now, maybe I could get up early, before everyone else, and have a unstressed bathroom experience in the morning. At least a have my intentions right, though deep down inside I know that there’s no such thing as an unstressed bathroom experience at this place.
The movie screening was (of course) not sharp due to technical complications, but the movies shown was more than worth the waiting time – especially „The cost of living” by DV8, which have once before given me great inspiration. Thanks to Bálint and co. for this initiative and the whole group for a grand day!
Now there’s only a drop-dead fast-asleep goodnight left to be written from here. (Laila Sigrid Rosholm)
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