Una noche con Carola Neher

The director’s vision

It’s a very enigmatic, cryptic work, difficult to understand at first glance, but for me, its message resonated strongly and pertinently in the world we live in today. Let us remember. Let us remember the great atrocities that have occurred in the last century, both on one side and the other. Some worse than others, no doubt, but all unacceptable. If we don’t do this, if we don’t remember, there will soon be another world war, a civil war, a Bosnia, etc. That, for me, is the main message of this work.

The author is constantly trying to stage a discursive play where Goethe, Blum, and the comedian discuss these issues, but what happens is that the ghosts of his past and present (the same, actually broken down) creep into his mind and destroy the play he intends to create. They are like his intrusive thoughts: The young Muslim (although it’s actually the author himself as a young man), the survivor, and, through the appearance of the survivor, Carola Neher herself (who reveals herself to be a total obsession for the author himself).

For me, the author wants to convey the difficulty of remembering things as they happened, the distortion of memory. But how we must still remember. And try not to lock ourselves away in our own memories, but to contrast and share in order to reach the truth of the past and thus build a better future.