Monday, 30 July 2012
Once we were in the Czech republic it all became clear. All those crowns on top of the letters, lovely. Made me happy all day to see them. They are háček in Czech or carons in unicode. Sparrows in children's cartoon books. They indicate a rise in tone on the second part of the letter.
Our last day in Cesky Krumlov, twelve hours of travelling ahead. Getting on and off trains is tricky, particularly with heaps of costumes, speakers, instruments, tools and other bags. It seems to get trickier the further East you travel. By the time you get to the Czech Republic you have to make a dash across other railway tracks and clamber up dangling steps set at neck height. Makes me think that Anna K's death might have been an accident after all. A Health and Safety nightmare that somehow dredges up lost memories from my sub conscience/TV viewing past.
Posted by Jonathan Swain at 07:22
Friday, 27 July 2012
Twelve hundred miles, twenty minutes late (not our problem, recalcitrant goat). First up on the first night of the first Souladeni Festival the New Factory swept the boards. Actually the audience sat on the stage, the show was done on the grass and around a hole that mysteriously appeared, downstage left. Bank heist, mine workings or Grand Design? Plenty of clapping, laughter and music.
Great success, a great occasion. Pity about my grotty pic to document the finale, but you get the gist.
Posted by Jonathan Swain at 08:52