compagnie barbarie/BRONKS

A performance about starting and about how difficult it is to end with that. The performance will start at the beginning. That is fairly logical. Starting at the beginning is always useful to be able to follow. The first scene will therefore be the opening scene with which the performance begins. Of course, the performance only starts when it has started. The beginning will be clear. A beginning. Like: ‘Start’. Yes. That is how it will go. And then it has started. But for now, you still have to wait a while. Until it starts. Although you yourself are of course also already busy for a while. For about nine years. Or eight. Or twelve. Or seventy-five. Or perhaps you just have the feeling that it just won't start. And that you are waiting. Until when it is finally there. You know. The real beginning. When you are later…. And also bigger… Or perhaps you just long for a new beginning. A new friend. A new school. A new pencil case. One without a past. Without a story. And sometimes you feel that adults suddenly look at you strangely. With a shiny tear in their eye. Then they suddenly stroke your hair and say: ‘Oh, if only I were like you. For you, it all still has to begin.’ But does such a thing as a new beginning exist? Is a blank sheet really as white as we would like? How determining is a beginning for everything that is still to come?