Little Eva goes to school. I make coffee, turn on the computer. I look at the news of the day, which for a long time was equally sensational every day. I think about how addicted I have become to bad news and how blunted our reflexes are.

I communicate with my loved ones on the phone. I organize, organize everything that can be organized about the show, my work, scroll through the stack of plays that I want to put on, and think about when these dreams will come true. I listen to music. I go back to Thornton Wilder and search the Internet for bibliography.

I talk to one of the show’s cast members almost every day even though their job is now over. With Elena, Vrisida, Vasilis, Vicky, Konstantinos. I read reviews of other people’s shows. I want to go to many. I haven’t caught up yet. I’m looking through the catalog of my favorite publishers, I want to get all the books.

I go out for a walk on Philopappos Hill and around, and I am always interested in what they saw, smelled, felt, experienced all these ancient plates, all these fragments of an ancient civilization. I also think about the Acropolis. I look at her, she stands haughty and slightly frozen. I’m walking down Dionysios the Areopagite, I see people passing by, I get on the subway, I get off the subway, I see the poor, the beggars… I think recently impoverished Greece is in the midst of destruction. I pass passers-by and wonder if any of them will come to the performance on Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings. What should black comedy tell them about the end of humanity? They all seem hurried and tired to me. As I walk, I think about the next show I’ll do, if that’s the one I got a grant for. I experience constant ambivalence.

The joy of life is coming home, my daughter! I explain to her that in the evening I will again act out a fairy tale in front of other people, and in the morning I will tell her what happened. We eat together. We play and read. We sing along to “Jingle bells” and “Are you lonesome tonight”, two of the songs featured on the show. The lyrics she improvises in her “own English” are funny.

“I always solve a lot of questions in my soul. This is valuable private time with “privacy”.

I take a quick shower. In my heart I always solve a lot of questions. This is valuable private time with “privacy”. When I relax, the thought of whether Tooth and Claw has found its “viewer” makes my heart beat a little faster.

I go to the Novy Mir theater on foot. I repeat my words.

I arrive at the Theater of the New World. We welcome Dina, Christina, Panos. I start checking things, clothes, etc. I start to warm up a little, get dressed and make up. My favorite teammates arrive and we start repeating dialogue, scenes we still think are escalating. George, the theater electrician, does a short sound check on the microphones we use in the show, as well as the video projector (video projector in fluent Greek). I go up to the dressing room again, where all eight actors are together, and we exchange news, impressions, etc.

We all take our places on the stage. Ouch! I forgot the water in the locker room. I quickly run after him, just in case I need him during the show.

The show starts any minute. We sit in our seats and wait for the lights to come on and the music to start. Something like a breath before a long dive. Hidden and invisible behind the tulle, I enjoy the entire first act. And here is my favorite part, where everyone sings along with Moses and Homer. I think I especially like the lighting done by Sakis Birbilis, but since it’s diffused and doesn’t dazzle us on stage, I can’t help but notice the audience’s reactions and looks. The fires are merciless. All text is my own. I breathe the breath of other actors, I hang from their lips, from their every pause and change of tone and intensity. I am surprised: but is it possible, Sofya, to wait with such longing for the “and” to be heard again or a cry with perfect duration, intensity and intonation? I notice that at some point the two pieces of carpet are badly glued together…

The show ends. The applause is mixed, the audience is divided. But we were not very good with tickets, and this worries me. Of course, I’ve also heard from other shows that things are tough this year…