Since neither ChatGPT nor Kings League arouses the slightest curiosity in me, I continue to feed the spirit with such classic entertainment as going to the theater. The day before yesterday, World Theater Day, the president of the Association of Theater Companies of Catalonia (Adetca), Isabel Vidal, gave good news: audience attendance has recovered after the loss of the pandemic and the theaters fill an average of 60% of the locations.
Last week I went to the Sala Beckett to see Les maleïdes, by Sergio Baos, a play with a very original approach to talk about what goes on inside the family: a godmother, a mother and a daughter abandoned, illuminated, each with its own wound. But I won’t tell you more about it, you have to go see it and the numbers of theater audiences will continue to rise.
After the function I wanted to try the pizzeria on the corner. I’ll take a couple of slices of pizza, I thought, but in the five minutes of queuing I heard the well-established pizzeria speak in Catalan, Italian and Spanish and I stayed. On the label of Ichnusa beer there are the four heads of the Moor of the Sardinian flag and it is made in Cagliari. When he brings the slices of pizza to the table I ask him where he is from. From Sardinia And I, who have already become nervous, tell him absurdly: “Look, like beer”. “We use five cereals for the dough.” Another point for the Sardinian pizzeria.
The local’s name is Guinizelli and to continue the conversation I ask him if that is his last name. “He is a poet of the twelfth century”. I didn’t know whether to pass out right there or wait to go outside. While I’m getting paid, I google the poet and it turns out to be a forerunner of the dolce stil novo in which Dante would excel. Next to me, an elderly couple of tourists ask the well-heeled pizzeria for advice on what to visit. And he, in superb English, recommends the City History Museum. That’s already a note!
As long as there is theater and pizzeria poets don’t look for me by asking him questions in the ChatGPT or entering Twitch.