The Devil's wardrobe

A room that serves as a kitchen, a bedroom and a living room. On each side are windows so filthy you can’t see through them. A wood-burning stove, a bed, a kitchen table, an old oven, a sink that’s out of order, some worn chairs, a few greasy towels, and empty milk and wine bottles on shelves, with no food in sight, set the scene.

Against the back wall, a worn and wobbly wooden wardrobe presides. It is here, and not elsewhere, that Miklos and his mother Marichka live. It is here, and not elsewhere, that Miklos practices his storytelling skills. For the love of his mother, and for the love of his hen, he will bring to life a small theatre of tales and family follies that will turn their room into an inn, a forest, a court of justice and the devil’s den.

It is here, and not elsewhere, that the Devil’s Wardrobe will be performed – a comedy inspired by gypsy tales. Each tale is an egg full of memories from which words of honour, jealousy, solitude, joy, cleverness, magic, laughter, pain and hope will hatch.