Il Lavatory on les Idiots…
Si… It was a strong exprerience…
We were 16, at the begining because one had a… anyway 15 nice people, trèsgentils vraiment and strong.
We were working a lot wich was great for the “fucking lazy bastards” we were, as
he said. About him, un huomo… oui une personne intéressante. Intersting certo.
When he was speaking… I mean speaking… He decided to not speak because we
lose time with speach and staff so he gave us un papelo con one word at the end
of the day. Un petit papier. And we had to think about it. One word for each day.
And every night we had to dream that word… I was nervous because I couldn’t
controler mes rêves. No puedo controlare my dreams… He wasn’t happy with it. Iremember one word he gave me the two last week of the lavatory… “DISEPEAR”
One night, I was so proud of me, I dreamt of it. In my dream I just left my body, I wasn’t me anymore, I was even not a shadow…. But when I work up and saw my face I was… And he…
He decided also to don’t watch the rehersals. He was hiding his eyes because notre vue, seeing us was a bit insuportable. Capisco si… Ma what was stranger was his need to smell us. During the day he stopped the work ans smell each one of us. Partout. All our body. He said he could smell if we were concentred or not.. It’s stupid but I had that fear… His nose… I had the sensation he could see
me …nue.. Him with his eyes hidding with a black fabric. Just this nose all aroundmy body… Sono stupida Io lo so… Ma… My skin started to shake when he arrives.
If you take too much shower he gives you a paper with LAYER wrote on it. If you don’t you’re a “PORCO”. Sono stupida… Sometimes when someone sleeps near me and ronfle or respiro with sound my skin start to shake again.
But the work, yes yes intersting ans I can not complain: I’m a actrice and I’ve worked con Benedetto Sicca.