I wake up hugging Zeus (my cat), taking a little nap on the alarm, realizing I’m late. I am in a hurry to prepare with automated and very specific movements. If something is out of place and you need to look, then I also add a little “French”. All this time, Zeus follows me and bites my leg to force him to eat, and I always leave him in the end, telling him: “I heard you, don’t scream, I will feed you. Did I ever leave you like this? As soon as I’m ready with the keys in hand, I give him food and water, he falls face down, I tell him “I love you” and leave. I won’t be late, ”he normally writes to me, and I laugh and go to the Vasilyakov Theater. On my bike, I drive a little like crazy, but always without endangering myself or others.

I run into the theater and say to Socrates in the bar “Easter, coffee”! He then taunts me by saying “yes, Marie”. How many months at this job, and I still say Socrates, Paschalis. I’m getting ready for the Great Walk of Peter and the children’s show begins, the children applaud to the ceiling. When I’m off stage, I read in the dressing room.

We finish the show in kindergarten and I go to eat something and if I manage to sleep at least half an hour. This dream is absolutely necessary for me. I am a different person after that.

“I turn off the light in the bathroom, light the candles and turn on soft music, from Spanish flamenco, madrugada, blues to garden.”

At this time, we usually have a rehearsal of “Eda Gambler” in Bios. I always go into bios with coffee outside and hide it (as best I can) because I’m ashamed that I didn’t get coffee there, although I’m quite justified because I only drink it with soy milk and they don’t have it in theater foyer. I always think that the girl in the bar got me and is bullying me. But I always take a bottle of water with me and always think: “If all the customers here were like you, Nikolaki, the store would go …”.

I come home after going to the supermarket for shopping. I park the car, and Zeus on the balcony meows and looks at me. I come home and always think about taking him to dinner because he’s a little fat. In the end, I always give in to his entreaties and give it to him. I get ready to eat and then take on the chores, thinking with sweet whining, “The single life is hard, you have to do everything now.” Then I get out and do a huge walking loop around a hill in my area that lasts about an hour. I like walking, but I also do it as an exercise so I don’t burn anything. I’m not young enough to burn them in my sleep. If I don’t have a rehearsal sooner, on this walk I also take a basketball and walk through a nice little park area with the lights on and hit a few.

I return home and, if there is, I call my people from the balcony. I see Athens illuminated from above and play with Zeus for a while. I say “for a while” because he always wants more, no matter how much we play. I’m going to take a bath. It’s like a ritual. I found a trick and the water heater never runs out of water. I turn off the light in the bathroom, light the candles and put on soft music, from Spanish flamenco, madrugada, blues to garden. After a while, when I can’t even see my nose through the steam, I crawl out and finally go back to my bed. I check email, reply to messages, browse social media, and then either download something on Netflix or read until I fall asleep. Sometimes I do both. At this time, Zeus comes up, pats me on the chest, and finally lays down demandingly. In addition, during this time in bed every night I face my hypoglycemia. A serious battle where you never know who will win. Will I give in and pick up the phone to order a sweet pancake with ice cream, or will I fight back and emerge victorious? That is the question. The truth is that lately I have more wins. When I realize that one eye has already begun to close (usually the right one closes first), I turn off the light, hug Zeus and fall asleep.

Nikos Dertilis is participating in Eda the Gambler by Eric Ibsen, which is presented in Bios until April 9th.