Napis

Has everyone got used to inscriptions on walls, walls, pictograms? Sympathetic hearts pierced by an arrow, initials with WM let them be. And gallows with dangling symbols Painted insults in white, red or black paint, spray-painted, scratched with knives on paint-stained doors. Carried on banners, chanted rhythmically. Rude, vulgar, hateful, stigmatising inscriptions, directed at... others? Even when erased, they shamefully peek out from under layers of old paint. You should see what it's like elsewhere - it will be a trip to Paris. But no longer from Molière's time, this is the contemporary capital of fashion, tolerance and political correctness. But is it really? The tenants who move in arouse sympathetic curiosity, but are also sometimes taken aback as newcomers. Parisians transformed by the aftermath of the Great Revolution, citizens of the world, walking in the vanguard of progress and multiculturalism, lecturing through the mouths of their politicians.

translation: Barbara Grzegorzewska

This performance will be presented in Polish with no surtitles.