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Rudi and Milo\u0161 meet. <\/span><\/p>\n In the night. In the middle of an empty street. It’s almost the end of the war. <\/span><\/p>\n A few moments before the shelling. <\/span><\/p>\n This is how their love story begins, with a simple meeting. <\/span><\/p>\n Between them, their thoughts. Between them, an easily forgettable little apocalypse depicted on CNN. <\/span><\/p>\n Between them, their desires and fears, some horniness, hope and the echo of death. <\/span><\/p>\n This is how their love story begins, a first date without a single word being spoken, without getting to know each other and without getting to come. <\/span><\/p>\n \n Milo\u0161 and Rudi meet, the shelling of the city begins and they take cover. <\/span><\/p>\n This is how their love story begins, between life and death, between trauma and hope, between today and some other tomorrow<\/span><\/p>\n that is delayed, dragging, that glorious kingdom of postponement. <\/span><\/p>\n \n And then a grenade appears. The grenade’s name is the same as mine. I know, what a tired postdramatic commonplace. <\/span><\/p>\n The grenade speaks. And it says, war is the absence of hope, a space of pure, unbearable passage of time. <\/span><\/p>\n And it says, the meeting of two strangers is full of potential for hope, its every excess. And the grenade says, I wasn’t able to <\/span><\/p>\n write the play I imagined (just as this text about this play eludes me). Because war cancels the future, cancels every tomorrow. <\/span><\/p>\n Because in war, tomorrow is death, nothing. Today is merely a delay, a snooze button, a countdown. <\/span><\/p>\n In war, tomorrow is the narrowing of imagination, reality without hope, the unbearably real. For survivors, war is a black box. <\/span><\/p>\n For those who come after, a fiction or an unwieldy legacy. <\/span><\/p>\n \n And the grenade says, there is a tomorrow after all. In the meeting of two strangers, in falling in love, in everything that we denote lightly <\/span><\/p>\n as trivial, kitschy or sickly sweet. Every grandiose tomorrow that becomes the basis for survival. <\/span><\/p>\n Any of those things that won’t end up in the evening news. Sex, laughter, a minor triumph or a stranger whose name we have learned, <\/span><\/p>\n each of the trivialities of life, each unexpected encounter and every case. Every tomorrow. <\/span><\/p>\n \n Rudi and Milo\u0161 meet again. <\/span><\/p>\n After 7300 tomorrows, in a night club, in another city, in an excess of hope. <\/span><\/p>\n Two strangers finally meet. This is what the end of this drama sounds like. 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Dino Pe\u0161ut<\/h5>\n
director:<\/h6>\n
Judita Gamulin<\/h5>\n
cast:<\/h6>\n
Marin Kli\u0161mani\u0107, Luka Knez and Iva Kraljevi\u0107<\/h5>\n
costume designer:<\/h6>\n
Katarina Juri\u010di\u0107<\/h5>\n
music:<\/h6>\n
Leo Besla\u0107<\/h5>\n
associate for stage movement:<\/h6>\n
Pravdan Devlahovi\u0107<\/h5>\n
light designers:<\/h6>\n
Alen Marin and Katarina Juri\u010di\u0107<\/h5>\n
producer:<\/h6>\n
Romana Braj\u0161a<\/h5>\n
production assistant:<\/h6>\n
Hana Zrn\u010di\u0107 Dim<\/h5>\n
design:<\/h6>\n
Verlauf<\/h5>\n
photographer:<\/h6>\n
Karla Juri\u0107<\/h5>\n
production:<\/h6>\n
KUFER Theater Company and KunstTeatar<\/h5>\n
premiere:<\/h6>\n
September 8, 2021<\/h5>\n
duration:<\/h6>\n
60 minutes<\/h5>\n