The world is coming to an end, nobody knows how, nobody knows why. The spectators hear the voice of the narrator, who describes, in countdown, these 9 days. Days of rain, strong wind, days of incessant  nowfall, of fog. Days of panic and riots, days of despair or inexplicable euphoria, of fireworks, days when everyone is falling in love etc.

Scene 3 / Exterior / Night / Pedestrian precinct
NARRATOR (voice over): Day 8. This day, the clouds went away and a white light made its appearance. This light, that was called the Righteous Light, revealed all the flaws on the buildings and on the people. This was the Justest Day of all. We were cold. Never before was the city so beautiful.

From the loudspeakers, one can hear the government announcement: Everything is under control. The terrorists have been shot. You are surrounded. Return to your houses and families. We repeat, the terrorists who are responsible for the riots have been shot and we can assume they are dead. The area is surrounded. Return to your houses and families.

The performance Cinemascope is a new
genre, an amalgam of cinema and theatre.
The spectators, wearing wireless headphones, isolated behind a glass wall, watch the ‘spectacle’ that is taking place out in the street. They see 13 performers live the last days of the world, along with random passers-by, who, without knowing it, participate in the performance. At the same time, they hear the thoughts of the performers along with fake sound effects that have nothing to do with
what the reality they see in front of their eyes, texts that the actors perform live and the voice of an invisible narrator who leads them to the details of the story.

OPERATOR: When did you stop believing that someone or something will save the world? “The day of the fog” - “Today” - “I still believe”. Do you believe that life will extinct? “Yes” - “Maybe” - “No”. Would you like to talk for a while? Yes, I’m afraid too. A lot. But I will do it. No, I don’t have a gun. Pills, I can’t stand the blood. Did you have any friends?
PASSER-BY: Yes, I had.
OPERATOR: A lot?
PASSER-BY: Yes, I had a lot of friends. You?
OPERATOR: I had, too.
PASSER-BY: Did they love you?
OPERATOR: They loved me, yes. Where are they?
PASSER-BY: They are fucking gone.
OPERATOR: Yes, they are gone.

Directed by
blitz theatre group

Dramaturgy
blitz theatre group
Νikos Flessas

Costumes
Eva Manidaki
Aimilia Kakourioti

Lighting design
Tassos Palaioroutas

Performers
Aris Armaganidis
Thanassis Demiris
Siamak Etemadi
Maria Filini
Emilia Kakourioti
Vaso Kamaratou
Eleni Karagiorgi
Elina Loukou
Ifigenia Makri
Marialena Mamareli
Angeliki Marinou
Michalis Mathioudakis
Aggeliki Papoulia
Christos Passalis
Fidel Talaboukas
Syllas Tzoumerkas
Giorgos Valais
and the voice of Aggeliki Papathemeli

Photos
Giorgos Makkas ↗

BIOS, Athens Festival
Athens, 2010 ↗

Scene 9 / Exterior / Night / Pedestrian precinct
Sound of owls, night birds. The street is empty. The orange street lights are switched off. We hear a woman’s voice from far away. The voice is getting closer and closer. Until we finally see the WOMAN WITH DOG, holding a loudspeaker.

WOMAN WITH DOG: Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. The world goes on for eons and you are only here for a fraction of a second. And while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look. And it never comes. And so you spend your time in vague, hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel loved. I feel so angry, so fucking sad, I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long. Well, you can all go fuck yourself. Amen.
Everything is more complicated, more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. The world goes on for eons and eons and you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. And while alive, you wait and wait and wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a fucking look. Well it never came after all. You have wasted your life, you’ve wasted the best years of your life in vague hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel loved. I feel so angry, so fucking sad, I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long. Well, you can all go fuck yourself.

We see the WOMAN WITH DOG drawing away.