Three couples – yes, one of them gay. Kids – some want them and some get them without wanting. Everyone has been a kid at one time – and some still are. Nothing or no-one can give you the clarity about why to be together, why to create a family and how to hold it together. Even the kids can’t. But still, people don’t give up – they make an effort. Petteri is making an effort too, an effort to cope with living on his own. He can do it – he’s a big boy by now.
Postmodern Households is a description of the possible versions of today’s families, which according to one study consists of 1,5 members in average. That missing half of a member has often been lost in communication, the author states with empathy.
The characters: Lissi (15), Maks (16), Paul (35), Ngabe (33), Linda (42), Robert (61), Petteri (39), Woman, Mother, Child.
Extracts from the play:
NGABE: I wouldn’t change it, honestly, I… I’m probably a city person through and through. A city centre person. I wouldn’t do that.
PAUL: Me too, I mean, maybe at some point. At some point later.
NGABE: But you should still have a flat, a place of some sort. In the city. In the centre. I can’t imagine, that I, that… you understand? All those restaurants, glass and nickel, I can’t imagine…
PAUL: I can’t imagine you as a country person.
PAUL: Hoeing or herding goats.
NGABE: Really? But. For children it’s better in the countryside.
PAUL: Yeh. That’s true. I didn’t think about that.
(A short pause, the crashing of the sea.)
MAKS: I hit him.
LISSI: You hit him?
MAKS: Yes. I hit him.
LISSI: You hit him. Ok.
MAKS: Yes. With a knife. Fuck, I hit him with a knife.
LISSI: How? Where?
MAKS: Well, to the neck… Fuck. Blood started shooting out. I ran, he stayed there lying next to the swing. Twitching.
MAKS: I didn’t want to. I didn’t see. It happened… by accident. You see?
MAKS: I couldn’t have let him, fuck… I had to get back, you see? You waited, you felt bad. I have to take care of you, of all of us…
LINDA: You know that you are…
ROBERT: Yes, I’m…
LINDA: Well… you are…
ROBERT: …you too, eee …
LINDA: I… (Pause.) I need to talk to you about something.
ROBERT: Yes, dear?
LINDA: I’ve been thinking about it.
ROBERT: Yes? What about, dear?
LINDA: About our life.
ROBERT: Really? And…?
LINDA: We should. (Pause.) Dammit…
ROBERT: What? Dear?
LINDA: Godammit, it’s pitiful, God, how pitiful it is…
ROBERT: Dear…? Dear?
(A long pause.)
LINDA (on a monotonous voice): We should move back to the city. Back among people. Close to a school, a kindergarten.