Kristina Savickiene
: So let’s talk.
: About what?
: About our past.
: Do you remember any of it?
: Perhaps. I think we lived in a big house with an orchard. Monstrously big apple trees and hundreds of colourful birds chirping around.
: Sorry, I just can’t imagine that.
: Ok, let’s give it another try. It was a grey apartment building next to a railtrack and a meat processing plant.
: Yes, and the trains were rumbling past, on and on, day and night.
: We used to count the wagons and in the winter throw snowballs at them.
: They were our secret enemies and had to be killed.
: Because they were taking animals to a fenced slaughterhouse.
: We heard the sounds, horses neighing, cows mooing, pigs squeaking, all in anxiety awaiting death.
: I can’t remember hearing that.
: Wait, I think I just heard them once again.
: Are we in a dream?
: Possibly.
: But if we are dreaming, we might as well dream of future.
: And what’s in it?
: Life as it was before.
: You know it’s not possible. The only lasting thing is change.
: So what shall we dream about?
: Persistency. Passion. And most importantly - positive obsession for the change of humanity.
: Like “I am positively obsessed, therefore I am”?
: Exactly.
: Oh. I simply want to feast my eyes on the sight of clouds floating by.
Kristina Savickiene
Theatre maker
Lithuania
Photo credit: Kristina Aleksynaite