On/From Debris/Des(de) Los Escombros
T211643593
I'm young. Well not so young (at my age my grandmother, my mother had done.. had..). Still I consider myself young. I try to imagine myself in four of five years time. The image is blurry, changing, confused. I talk over and over again to my (still) young friends, obsessing over progress... to where ? Because things should get better shouldn't they ? That's what they taught me. The milkmaid dropping her milk pail in the children's story hurts me.
Archive :: production:T211643593, play:S1857594600, venue:V348970128
Production details
This is a Cervantes Theatre Rapid Production
