HEROIN MOM

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

text by Maricla Boggio
directed by Pierpaolo Saraceno
with Lina Bernardi and Mariapaola Tedesco
Music Fruciano Concept
lights Matteo Filidoro
South Onirika production

Written in 1983, after the successful series of performances by “Marisa della Magliana” on the central theme of the single mother, work and home, this text, again interpreted by Lina Bernardi, deals with the hottest issues of the 1980s. To the people waiting in an emergency room, a mother rushed from the cleaning job she does every day because her daughter was hospitalized for an overdose, tells the story of their family situation. Two generations compared: the mother, of peasant origin, in the bosom of a patriarchal family, with a world still on a human scale around her, in the countryside, in daily contact with her children and with a personal management of the progress of the house, where the seasons mark work and food products, from wheat to wine, to milk, to the killing of the pig, to the laundry prepared with ashes and spread out on the lawn. In the new context of the city, the daughter is left alone due to the mother's work always outside the home, with a progressive loss of identity, in isolation from an adequate social context and the fall of any existential motivation. The drug gimmick is the inevitable consequence of this degradation. The search for dialogue reopens the possibility of an understanding between the two women. The text was published in the magazine RIDOTTO in 1983.

DIRECTOR'S NOTES
We enter an empty room with a chair in the center. What is that chair we ask ourselves: protection? A peace? An end? There is a journey in time and space around those palpitations that are difficult to understand. The room we enter is the dark of everything, that dark part of the universe. It is the place where the soul is suspended in the air for a moment before tearing itself away from the body. He would like to escape for a moment, but he must remain between remorse and second thoughts. A mother remembers her daughter with sweet and sad eyes. He would have liked to teach him life is the most precious thing, it is something that runs away, passes. A ride before death?
Everything is still: the gestures, the memories, the words of comfort, the remorse, that last heartbeat rhythm that repeats itself endlessly. Heroine mom is a long wait ... retracing a life of sacrifice and poverty.