The desire to work a Brecht text is old. The choice has fallen upon this text for the poetic quality of the situation, for the abyss on which the characters move and for the rereading possibilities that bring the ambiguity of the play themes: the war, the awareness of human life depreciation, the theatre whilst instrument of the expressions of individual power in limit situations, the need of restarting once again.
The war as background causes a tuning of desires: for survival, for appreciation of the moment, for things to change. Be it the war among men, be it the inner war of each human being, and be it the combination of several wars, the contrasting effect of the events gains outlines of a return to the 
childish state, to the brute and animal state which guides the gestures up to the limits of silence and wilderness. Living in a state of war is very likely the equivalent to live in another side of the world, dark and sloping. Living in a state of war is equivalent to inhabit a hidden side that allows to journey into the inner side of things. Heartbeats become like omnipresent drum beats, feelings are expressed in bullets and cannon shots, kisses and caresses are screams and bites that are barely heard in the combat rattle, murdering becomes a heroic and desirable act. What we are, and what we dream to be, loses shape and returns to the blood, to the blood memory on which all wars are inscribed.
childish state, to the brute and animal state which guides the gestures up to the limits of silence and wilderness. Living in a state of war is very likely the equivalent to live in another side of the world, dark and sloping. Living in a state of war is equivalent to inhabit a hidden side that allows to journey into the inner side of things. Heartbeats become like omnipresent drum beats, feelings are expressed in bullets and cannon shots, kisses and caresses are screams and bites that are barely heard in the combat rattle, murdering becomes a heroic and desirable act. What we are, and what we dream to be, loses shape and returns to the blood, to the blood memory on which all wars are inscribed.There’s something in this war’s confrontations, in the naive construction of collapse, of ruin, of an almost nothing, that make them close and human: the mess of the world that produces simplicity, the lack of destination that is reduced to walking on an endless circle, the no sense 
that promotes the demented seizing of the nothing, the emptied where everything is sterile becomes the prop of illusions, the fading of the difference between being alive and being dead is the impulse to which restarting is attached.
that promotes the demented seizing of the nothing, the emptied where everything is sterile becomes the prop of illusions, the fading of the difference between being alive and being dead is the impulse to which restarting is attached.There is, potentially, an idea of music, of poetry, of songs and nonsense words that work as a stream of beats, hits in the body that needs to be awakened. The idea of a body like a drum and the beats unison is the escape point, the centre from where the perspectives of the mixture of images start for the staging of this story. These are the substance image, the sonant image, the journey image which impose and instigate the construction of the play. The drum is unison, the heart, the cart, the squealing wheel, the source of love, of hate, the battle sign, the death celebration, the instrument of music and the war theatre. Drums and bodies: imperfect symbol 
of the deaf noise that frightens, that creaks and roars inside the meat and the bone; emptied bodies from where the sound starts again, where the world skin echoes and rips again.
of the deaf noise that frightens, that creaks and roars inside the meat and the bone; emptied bodies from where the sound starts again, where the world skin echoes and rips again.There are resemblances between a drum and the world, between a drum and a body; there are differences between a drum and cannon, between a body and a hole where bodies are thrown to. There are images that build our body; there is an invention that is us and the distance of the world where we move as landscape.
