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Theater 33.3 (2003) 56-85



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Dood Paard's production of Oscar van Woensel's medEia, Amsterdam, 1998. Photo: Sanne Peper

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THE CHORUS

I am so sad
So many tears I wept today
And all the tears that I will weep today
I'll weep again tomorrow
Until disaster came upon my life
It was all very quiet
All very nice in a way
In a strange way very peaceful
I was a woman
A woman in a country
Far far away from your world
His world
Iason's world
That world of money
And economics
And war
My country was different
It was a country of mysteries
Of hope and believe
Of strange myths and strange gods
A country of rituals and spirit and offer
I was a woman
I've always been a woman
I'll always be a woman
But it's not so good to be a woman
These days
As it was in that time
Seems so long ago now
So far away
I am a woman
I'll always be the woman
And I look at the world
And there is nothing that I can do
I can only look
And think
And hope
And cry
And that's what I do
I cry and cry
But I know it won't help
I know [End Page 57]
It's nothing
Nobody can hear me
Or everybody pretends I'm not there
But I won't stop
I won't stop crying
And screaming
And yelling for help
Because it's all I can do
And I have to do
What I can do
Otherwise I would not be
And I am
So I do
What I can do
Though I know
It doesn't make any sense

Let me take you for a trip
We start in this old time
In this country you know so little about
This country you are so afraid of
In this country I am
I'm near my mistress
My priestess
Medea
I am with her
And we have a good time together
She sits in her temple everyday
The temple of Hecate
Praying
Thinking
She is the daughter of the king
Believe it or not
She is
And I am with her
All the time
Every day

And one day
I knew it would come
And there it was
That day of disaster
That day a group of men came to our country
It were the white men
Men from the rich part of the world
And they came for our golden treasures
They came to take our gold away
But I knew that was not the worst
The worst had yet to come

They scream and they shout
They rape and they fight
They make fire they laugh

We are not in the temple that day
Why not
We are always in the temple
Far away from the world
But not that day
Why not
We walk through the streets
And we see these men
And they see us
And there is silence
And they look at us
And we see them
And they see us
And they are men
And we are women

There is Iason
The headman
The leader of the pack
He looks at Medea
Medea looks at him
And I see all this
And I want to shout
To shout
Shout
Let it all out
No
Don't
Don't do this
Don't fall in love
But I can't do anything
I am no person [End Page 58]
I look at Medea
And I see what she is thinking

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Poster forDood Paard's production of Oscar van Woensel's medEia. Graphic: Kuno Bakker

Are you the one
That I've been waiting for
You're the one I've been waiting for
Your eyes
Your body
Your voice
Your life...

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