After six months of rehearsals, fear and trembling are come a project is over: On Wednesday and Thursday, the performances of our play "Hary Janos" and even though until the last minute everything after it looked as though it were end with a disaster, we were at the end somehow successful.
What remains are memories, costumes, empty beer bottles, jokes, piercings, love, and that strange feeling of emptiness, when suddenly there is nothing that makes your life upside down - if you know the people with whom you endless hours and intimate moments you shared, not always see.
"love is clearly overvalued," it said in our piece. Perhaps that is true but not quite - if a relationship comes to an end tears flow when a play comes to an end, too. The happiness and the common goals are broken - you're suddenly alone. Like an abandoned old love letters reads, you browse by text, some passages mumbling softly to you, as if these words the only thing you stayed. And suddenly you know: theater is love - all you need is love.
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