Via Matti/Street of Fools

An involved pub piece between reality and illusion, sanity and madness, teran, Aperol and wine spritzer.

“Stojko? He’s my neighbour. He lives in a village on top of a hill. In this village, the houses are made of stone and the alleys between them are extremely narrow. This village has a rich tradition of placing cribs in front of houses. The task of tourists is to find all the cribs in the village. For the prize, they take part in a draw for a dinner for two at the village pub on Via Matti. Stojko is a waiter there. But he’s not here, and I am, and I desperately need coffee, a slice of ham, and a sip of teran. He’s not here and it’s getting on my nerves and this is just the first domino in an endless series of things that would need to be changed to keep my head from exploding. It is already falling and it can’t wait to knock down all the others behind it. Welcome to the storm of my synaptic connections. Welcome to the Street of Fools.”

The performance is a walk through the storm of the protagonist’s synaptic connections, while at the same time addressing all of our bigotries and intolerances. It is constantly looking for what is supreme, crucial, what gets on our nerves, what is to blame for making us feel the way we do. It is a pub-political piece, it is “Styrian yoga” in its purest essence, it is a hymn to common sense and to the only true karst teran.

The performance is a collective work of the group. It is part of the broader two-year Unplugged/Izštekani project.