Programme

They live among us. We heard about their stories, we watched it over the news, we heard the neighborhood gossip. They are the ones sitting on the farthest bench in the park, the ones always apologizing, the ones never really looking in other people's eye, the ones with just too much makeup, and the ones we turn away from, because the look in their eyes just makes us uncomfortable. We see them but do we really know them? Have we ever asked them, about the choices they made, about the path they walked, about the battles they fought, about the lingering sadness around them, about the cuts and bruises? About their strength to keep going, to keep breathing, to keep longing for a better life, for a calm destination, for 12A Happiness Street.Let this text be their voices. The unspoken, uncomfortable truth of these women. The performance was produced within the framework of the European project “FemminiCity”, funded by the CERV programme.

Who wouldn’t want to be rich, to earn lots of money with little effort, to wear beautiful clothes, and live in a bigger house? That’s all Jankó ever wanted, so he grabbed his walking stick and set off into the world. And because this was a world of fairy tales, he gained much more than he expected. In addition to riches, he also found the love of a real fairy. Is this the end? Is this the conclusion of the story? No, it is not over—it’s just the beginning. What comes easily goes quickly—and the fairy leaves. Only now does Jankó realize that all the wealth, beautiful clothes, and the big house are worthless without someone to share.So, he takes his walking stick and sets off once again. He no longer cares about treasures or richness, only if that beautiful fairy could be with him one more time. He would even fight the devil himself for her. (And he will.)

Somewhere on the back of the old Earth lives a curious, entirely ordinary teenage boy. Not far from him, in the shadow of a cemetery, dwells a young vampire of about the same age who—strangely enough—can’t stand hemoglobin: he has a food intolerance! Both of them are deathly bored of birthday parties and of relatives who bombard them with intrusive questions—it’s only natural they become friends. Why wouldn’t they? A vampire sister joins them, and as a trio they slip past parents, hungry vampires, and an overzealous vampire hunter, drifting from one adventure to the next: in the children’s room, around the coffin-home, amid the suffocating clouds of scent at a perfume competition. And together they imagine what a shared future might look like - one in which they no longer have to hide their friendship.“My Friend, the Vampire” is a puppet performance by MárkuszZínház and the Csiky Gergely Hungarian State Theatre of Timișoara, created for younger audiences while equally addressing adults. In it, Timișoara appears through the eyes of teenagers and is constantly transforming: at times an old city steeped in secrets, at others a futuristic metropolis where puppets come alive through expressive movement set to contemporary music. The performance offers multiple perspectives: children discover adventure, while adults encounter a reflection of their own world.This play is recommended for children aged eight and above.

“It is quite clear that the legacy of Cseh Tamás goes far beyond the actual songs and performances. Just think about it: people do not say, ‘Will you sing a Cseh Tamás song?’, they simply say, ‘Will you sing Csehtamás?’ “In any case, I like to believe in a kind of continuity – that creative worlds are connected, that they influence and reflect one another.” Words by Beck Zoli from Sándor Fodor’s book Will You Sing Csehtamás? Something very similar is also the starting point of In all our Dreams. That is how we gathered. All of us would sing. And we will! One by one, together. We celebrate, because that is always possible. This time we celebrate the fact that we can sing, that we can sing Csehtamás, that our creative worlds can influence and reflect each other, that we have dreams, and that there is something that returns in all of them. “I figured it all out in a laundry room, what it would be.” Cseh Tamás – Ten Years After----The performance was realized with the support of the ProTeszt Association.

Translated EN with surtitles

Ordinary people are swept away by the vibrant chaos of festival lights. They are lost. Disappointed. Unsatisfied. And long for more than the tight limits each day allows. Caught in the whirlwind of loud music and overflowing crowd, they desperately try to convince themselves that they still have control over their own lives. Old loves fall apart, new illusions emerge. They all search for the same thing: a single breath of freedom, a moment of tenderness, a sincere touch, before being swallowed once again by the aimless crowd.

Ordinary people are swept away by the vibrant chaos of festival lights. They are lost. Disappointed. Unsatisfied. And long for more than the tight limits each day allows. Caught in the whirlwind of loud music and overflowing crowd, they desperately try to convince themselves that they still have control over their own lives. Old loves fall apart, new illusions emerge. They all search for the same thing: a single breath of freedom, a moment of tenderness, a sincere touch, before being swallowed once again by the aimless crowd.

There was a little girl from Szekely Land who, one day, noticed that she was no longer a little girl, but a divorced woman in her forties. She also had cute nicknames: Tiny, Squirrel, Puffy. She even had a portrait made for her. It's really a shame that it was never finished. Who will finish it? In fact, is she really the one in the painting? Is the story about her? Who knows how this fairytale ends? Dad always used to say: "Everything will fall into place."

Ernesztó is recovering from an anterior cruciate ligament tear. They took away his favourite role at the theatre, and they also took away what had always been his reliable crutch: the euphoria of football. Some crutch, right! But still, who took it away? Life? Fate? As always? Is it possible that he wasn’t even happy before? It’s time to pick up the scalpel! Our hero looks inside himself and sees that the threads lead all the way back to 1994, when, in the Italy–Bulgaria World Cup semi-final, Gianluca Pagliuca steps out in perfect timing to intercept Lechkov’s through ball… But the Grasshopper and the Ant also appear, the golden team of Șimian, a compensation of 50,000 euros, grandma’s leg ointment, and a birthday table bending under the weight of food. Everything is connected – that’s why healing is so difficult.

"I remember exactly the day I first heard about Cseh Tamás. I was a pupil. Ever since, I have considered him a key part of my personal development. During my master's studies, I gathered the courage to play his songs. That’s how 'Zbor adânc' (Deep Dive) came out. One guitar, one microphone, one singer – in one place, for an hour." - Jancsó Előd"Come on, Zsuzsika, I think I could sing at your theater, it would be a great show. There's the stage, above there's carnival decorations, below a restaurant table and a chair. I’ll sit on that chair and look around, and I could do anything. […] The audience will feel that I’m starting to sing in a special vocal range, and meanwhile, the country, hush-hush-hush, would be rising. I won’t start singing, of course, but the tension will keep growing and we’ll all fly together. 'Zbor adânc' (Deep Dive). That would be the title." - Csengey Dénes – Cseh Tamás: "Zbor adânc" (Deep Dive)."Content warning: the show contains strobe effects."

There was a little girl from Szekely Land who, one day, noticed that she was no longer a little girl, but a divorced woman in her forties. She also had cute nicknames: Tiny, Squirrel, Puffy. She even had a portrait made for her. It's really a shame that it was never finished. Who will finish it? In fact, is she really the one in the painting? Is the story about her? Who knows how this fairytale ends? Dad always used to say: "Everything will fall into place."

Ernesztó is recovering from an anterior cruciate ligament tear. They took away his favourite role at the theatre, and they also took away what had always been his reliable crutch: the euphoria of football. Some crutch, right! But still, who took it away? Life? Fate? As always? Is it possible that he wasn’t even happy before? It’s time to pick up the scalpel! Our hero looks inside himself and sees that the threads lead all the way back to 1994, when, in the Italy–Bulgaria World Cup semi-final, Gianluca Pagliuca steps out in perfect timing to intercept Lechkov’s through ball… But the Grasshopper and the Ant also appear, the golden team of Șimian, a compensation of 50,000 euros, grandma’s leg ointment, and a birthday table bending under the weight of food. Everything is connected – that’s why healing is so difficult.