People are just numbers; nobody asks anyone for their name any more.
Anton and Leila are writing a novel leading them to discover they are in conflict with each other but also with their own selves. Next, their literary alter egos start attacking them, too.
To insist on principles or to give in to the ease of a conformist position?
"Fuck, in this country we celebrate every menstrual cycle … Which one is The Reformation Day again and which one is Independence Day? I still can’t tell them apart and I’ve been in politics for forty years."
“Where do you get you inspiration from? You’ve probably never been to war … But when I read and listen to your poetry, I think, fuck, this man has lived some.”
Have you written a play and would like to make it available on sigledal.org?