Good God, how did this herd of… masqueraders end up in Megaron? From which institution have they escaped? Judging by their ability to do nothing, they are probably drama school graduates. They came here to show off their glorious gaucheries: How to exit in a shakesperean way. How to commit suicide in a checkovian way. Instead of Godot, to wait for themselves. And, of course, they’re horribly embarrassed to be so good at everything. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the clowns of the Athens Conservatoire!
