{"id":5581,"date":"2026-07-17T16:37:03","date_gmt":"2026-07-17T13:37:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/analogiofestival.org\/play\/puerto-grande\/"},"modified":"2026-09-08T15:25:51","modified_gmt":"2026-09-08T12:25:51","slug":"puerto-grande","status":"publish","type":"play","link":"https:\/\/analogiofestival.org\/en\/play\/puerto-grande\/","title":{"rendered":"Puerto Grande"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">THE ERROR OF THE MILLENNIUM or<br>WIR HALTEN DURCH<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The showers in Detention<br>Hospital W. A plastic bucket<br>full of water. Sally enters and<br>sits. God&#8217;s &#8220;I don\u2019t Know Who&#8221;<br>slide is illuminated. Outside, a<br>soldier is singing Dylan&#8217;s \u201cBlowing<br>in the wind&#8221;. Sally doesn&#8217;t know<br>what to say. She takes a letter<br>by Bunker out of her pocket<br>and reads it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>SALLY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">An empty heart<br>full<br>of darkness<br>it takes courage<br>to make<br>the<br>others<br>those who love to suffer but<br>what we find<br>in the other<br>between his clothes and his soul<br>is foreign to us<br>foreign to both of us<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Silence.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Man<br>Man<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Two buckets of water<br>traces<br>of some other<br>elements<br>and only a little<br>a little<br>iron<br>barely enough<br>to make<br>a nail<br>a nail<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Do we die as we live?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Great Silence.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A haven Life is a haven<br>And the next round is the<br>universe<br>this utter void<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Silence.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I am sick<br>I am not inside me<br>inside me<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The stage for an everyday<br>death is erected behind me<br>I don&#8217;t know whose love I am<br>I don&#8217;t know whose victim I am<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">God&#8217;s &#8220;I don\u2019t Know Who&#8221; slide is<br>switched off. The soldier<br>continues to sing. Sally is crying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/analogiofestival.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/puerto-grande-1.jpg\" alt=\"\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Puerto Grande was revealed to me at a time when my &#8220;artistic&#8221; youth (if you will allow the use of this term just for today, dear friends)<br>was at risk on the one hand, and on the other it had an extreme experience that was at once indomitable and necessary. I owe my<br>physical youth to my family and to Crete, that had me grow up extreme and honest; my artistic youth I owe to the generosity of four<br>women: Loula Anagnostaki, the first to read the manuscript and encourage me over the phone lines between Athens and Berlin about<br>the play&#8217;s insolence; Margarita Karapanou, who made me an organic member of the magical world of Stratiotikou Syndesmou Street,<br>where my adolescence came of age; Roula Pateraki, who not only embraced the text&#8217;s enthusiasm and suspended words\u2014it&#8217;s her own<br>gem of a child\u2014but managed with love and money a team of 14 curious yet brilliant Greek actors; and, of course, Sissy Papathanassiou<br>who honestly and lovingly took aboard Puerto Grande on the maiden voyage of her Analogio. My warm thanks to each and every<br>member of the Critics&#8217; Association, mostly because this nomination triggers me towards one more attempt at creating within me, freely<br>and in a solitary Greek fashion, some order that&#8217;s unthinkable in human affairs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Thank you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Author: <strong><a href=\"https:\/\/analogiofestival.org\/en\/biography\/lambrakis-manos\/\">Manos Lambrakis<\/a><\/strong><br>Directed and performed by <a href=\"https:\/\/analogiofestival.org\/en\/biography\/pateraki-roula\/\"><strong>Roula Pateraki<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false},"class_list":["post-5581","play","type-play","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/analogiofestival.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/play\/5581","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/analogiofestival.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/play"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/analogiofestival.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/play"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/analogiofestival.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/play\/5581\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5584,"href":"https:\/\/analogiofestival.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/play\/5581\/revisions\/5584"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/analogiofestival.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5581"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}