(RE)CONSTRUCTION...

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When the 4th attack was carried out, in the year 2256, many heard the noises from afar and felt the ground tremble. Those who were at the scene were astonished by the audacity of that group of people wearing dark suits and striped ties. It was already night when each of them brought along a kind of thick belt fastened around their heads, which would later be discovered to be a bundle of dynamite. By carrying out the explosive act upon their own minds, they scattered unimaginable questions throughout the city.

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There were many accounts of what followed. The most surreal claimed that, instead of brains, bionic women who seemed to have stepped out of zines were hurled from their heads, along with a legion of transvestite angels who radically changed the way the world was seen from that moment on.

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Rumors spread throughout the city. Some proclaimed that they were revolutionary guerrillas, even communists. Others circulated the news that they were connected to ancestral struggles or liberation movements. Everyone, however, could perceive the urgency unleashed by that act: an attempt to break with issues that, by being so absurd, had ultimately become banal. It was no longer possible to endure. It isn't anymore.

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People began to take to the streets with the certainty that none of this could be in vain. Spaces previously dedicated to the sharing of ideas and reflection began to reopen. Leaders who had taken turns occupying positions and offices for so long realized that there was no longer any room for such incompetence and disappeared without a trace. Contractors, that breed most prone to wrongdoing against the State, began to implode their own constructions — which had nothing artistic about them — in an attempt to erase their destructive legacies.

It was necessary to plunge into chaos in order to (re)construct everything.

 

Urgent questions were brought to the table: identity, gender, education, dictatorship, history. They became the order of the day. The sides became clear, and people finally managed to understand what united them and what divided them.

They say it was a period to be preserved in history. They say.

And to think that it all began with nothing more than a tremor.

 

Change the language, change the text, change the scene. TREMA!
*** text adapted from the festival program

 

SHOWS: Jacy | Grupo Carmin/RN, Who's Afraid of Travestis? | As Travestidas/CE, Isso é para dor | 1ª Campanhia/MG, About Dinosaurs, Chickens and Dragons | 1ª Campanhia/MG, Retomada | Grupo Totem/PE, pa(IDEIA) pedagogy of liberation | Coletivo Grão Comum/PE, Soledad – the earth is fire beneath our feet | Cria do Palco/PE, Vaga Carne | Grace Passô/MG and Strong Wind for Water and Soap | Cia Fiandeiros/PE.

DEBATES: Transvestism in Theatre and the Queer Scene | Silvero Pereira (CE), Marcondes Lima (PE), moderated by Rodrigo Dourado (PE); and Trema em Revista: Creative Processes in the Contemporary Scene | Francis Wilker/DF, Henrique Fontes/RN, moderated by Olívia Mindelo/PE

PARTY: Cabaré das Travestidas | DJ Fabinho Vieira/CE, Savana Gilt/PE, Vini V/PE and Ana Giselle/PE.