Carte Blanche and Teatret Gruppe 38
Androcles and The Lion
Hot like a furnace
A red-hot sand ocean under the blight of the sun
Not at tree to provide a cooling shade
Such is the desert of Libya
Here Androcles stumbles on bare feet
in the scorching hot sand
The burning rays of the sun prick him
like a thousand needles
He groans with thirst and begs for water
but no one hears him
There is just sand
Sand in the eyes sand in the mouth
Sand all around
Androcles is a slave sold to a Roman merchant. When he is accused of theft, he must flee out into the burning sun of the desert to avoid being thrown to the lions. Suddenly, in the middle of the pitch-dark night, sounds a roar so loud that Androcles’ heart freezes.
Audience experiences this wonderful, old legend, lying in hammocks under a radiant sky.
A beautiful story. And beautifully told by Bodil Alling - so mild, so authoritative, so adventurous a voice ... Everything - music, images, sounds - are aligned with the story.
I would place myself in one of these hammocks to hear any (well told) story in that space.