Ghosts Are Only Human

A bittersweet collective meditation on ageing and its cruelty, dying, waiting for what will never come, on true helplessness, fear and anger, in short, on everything we turn a blind eye to. Like most of us, do you feel it doesn’t apply to you? All the more reason to be alert so that you are not surprised by the signs of advanced age later on. And perhaps also so that we can have greater compassion for each other. Anyone of us may one day end up bedridden. What is hidden behind the absent gaze, behind the silent faces? The play addresses all aspects of old age, which people often experience literally trapped in retirement homes, offering a view of aged people who once bursted with energy and led rich private, civic and comfortable lives. All that is left, however, are bodies pretending to be what they used to be, with, in addition, scraps of experience and bruises showing the “kind” attitude of the nursing staff. Isn’t the name retirement home a synonym for “death home”? Can a person in advanced age feel like a forgotten glove while another feels an overwhelming sexual desire?