This is in fact the idea of a theatre where ancient visions would gather: wax dolls saying “I don’t know,” far-away women singing in the rain, kind ghosts and old time sounds, non perfect sounds yet so promising. There is today great joy in treating sounds as if they were gnooves from the ’50s, great joy in recreating this technology and bringing back to life imaginany or made-up memories, thus acquiring a new temporal perspective. In this theatre I’ve played with time just as in dreams with deeply buried colourful images telling us how fragile we are.