This is part two of evening at the talkhouse.

Here, do you remember these?

Hmm.

The plays were so sad.

They were sad and miserable.

And I do still remember the dialysis scene in the elephant does forget.

I thought, why am I watching this?

And the erotic element wasn't very nice.

Nobody wanted to be reminded of things like that.

I know so many people used to see five or ten plays a year back then.

And then somehow it became three.

And then none.

I divide my life into two parts.

Midnight in the clearing was my last job in theater.

So up until midnight was part one.

And in part one, I saw my friends every day.

Playground school theater.

And after midnight is part two.

Sewing things by myself and my apartment.

But after all, there are still plays.

Right, Nelly.

Eleven people still put on plays.

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