Ivan Cankar
At Dawn
Prešeren Theatre Kranj
Crew
Director Žiga Divjak
Author of adaptation and dramaturg Katarina Morano
Stage designer Tina Mohorović
Costume designer Tina Pavlović
Language consultant Maja Cerar
Composer Blaž Gracar
Lighting designer David Orešič
Make-up artist Matej Pajntar
Cast
Anka’s mother, Someone, Woman no. 2, Lady with flowers, Clothes vendor, Child, Lady telling stories, Young man, Mara, Someone: Vesna Jevnikar
Anka’s father, Someone, The fat cashier, Ribbon vendor, Engine driver, Waiter, Policeman, Child, Father (Seamstress), Daddy, The Gentleman on the square: Peter Musevski
Anka’s Sister, Girl no. 2, Someone, Fat woman, Leather vendor, Child, She (Seamstress), mother: Vesna Pernarčič
Girl no. 1, Someone, Confectioner, Shoes vendor, Child, Marko: Blaž Setnikar
Anka, Minca: Vesna Slapar
Girl no. 3, Someone, Woman no. 3, Jeweller, Child, He (Seamstress), Vicar: Aljoša Ternovšek
Narrator, Ms. Riegel, Someone, Hat vendor, Child, Verger, Jernej: Gregor Zorc (guest appearance)
About the performance
The basis for the performance At Dawn is longing for something better, for a more real, more nuanced, more sensible life, which pervades Cankar’s selected stories. A fourteen-year-old girl who works from seven to seven dreams of a forest and golden baked cakes; a seamstress providing for her fragile elderly parents dreams, with her beloved by her side, how she will one day sew curtains for their home; a lady who smokes and talks dreams how one day she will no longer be tired: a starving boy dreams about a big city and big books and how one day he’ll at least have enough to keep his stomach quiet; a tired rebel dreams that justice exists somewhere …
Every one of the stories includes a moment in which anything seems possible, a moment when dawn gives a promise of something better, a brighter future, a moment in which, even though they’re entrenched in mud, they can fly. Can dawn throw light onto more than a dilapidated muddy room when it sends light into the everyday of people on the margin?
Can it show more than the inevitable reality and entrapment of that day that goes on and on and spreads to other days, centuries, all the way until now? Bodies change, destinies remain the same.
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