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	<title>Ioannina Blogs &#187; The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project</title>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: Farewell!</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/07/25/Farewell!</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 21:24:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	Our project has been implemented successfully! This is the end of our project. <span style="font-weight: bold;">But</span> our friendship built all these two years keeps on! <span style="font-weight: bold;">We hope we 'll meet again in the future</span>.<br />Many thanks and hugs to Susanne Wollschläger (coordinator of the project), Hildegard Schroeter-Spilethoff,  to the Big Chief of the ITC tribe (specially:-)), Mrs. Silvia Nubel, principal, and to all other teachers from Germany, to Daiva Barkauskiene and all Daivas,  Mrs. Dalia Valintėlienė, principal, and all teachers from Lithuania,  to Hayat Bahceler (coordinator for the 2nd year for the Turkish school), Sibel Cokan (coordinator for the 1st year for the Turkish school), Nuray Demir and Mrs. Seyda Kaya, principal, from Turkey, to Maria Tsougla (coordinator for the Greek school) , Angela Stoukidou, Katerina Santamouri, Irini Vartzioti, Niki Zouki, Eugenia Benekou, Georgia Tamvakou, Pavlos Kalantzis and to Mr. Christos Tzaladimas, principal,  from Greece.<br />Many thanks to all students from all schools ! Our effort had no meaning without them.  To the all play writers, actors, technicians. We hope we  built  a friendship between them, and gave them an unforgettable experience for life. We, the teachers, will never forget them!<br />Many thanks from our heart to all, who helped us for the successful implementation of this project!<br />Farewell to all who accompanied us all these two years!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;">Good luck to all!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Stergios Nastopoulos,<br />Ioannina,<br />Greece</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Personal web page: <a href="http://physics8th.ning.com/">http://physics8th.ning.com</a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-2934725269386876940?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: Project final report</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/07/25/Project_final_report</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 21:07:00 -0400</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/07/25/Project_final_report</guid>
				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Project Summary</span><br /><br />The project “Staging me - staging you(th)” allowed students to deal with every day youth issues through writing and performing plays. In the first year they dealt with the topics family, friends and school , in the 2nd year with the theme “future” . The plays were produced in lessons and clubs in each respective country and written and performed in English. Three drama workshops and one project meeting for planning at the beginning were held. In the first two workshops in Greece and Lithuania plays about the topics of the first year were performed. The last workshop in Germany presented plays about the future. Each play was performed by 4 to 11 students. All the plays and reports about other events could and can be read on the website of the project. The plays were filmed and other film material from the workshops was documented on DVDs. Lots of students built up personal contact beyond the project meetings that was lived through chats, emails and personal visits. The project involved students and teachers of different years and from different subjects as well as parents and others.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The main aims of your Partnership</span><br /><br />The main aims of this project were to write, act, and publish plays based on topics of the everyday life of young people. The products were to be presented on a shared website and performed in a drama workshops. The intended documentation of the project included films and a printed version in a book.<br /><br />Some other aims of the project were:<br /><br />· to create personal contact between students from different countries<br /><br />· to develop ability to work in a team, to respect the work of others, to feel empathy (they have to understand how others feel, why they behave the way they do when they play a character in a play that is culturally far away from their own experience<br /><br />· to learn about other cultures, about every day life of young people in these countries<br /><br />· develop the acceptance of differences and help eliminate potential prejudices, to challenge preconceptions, stereotypes and xenophobia by wherever possible actively engaging parents and the local community in activities and through links with other related institutions.<br /><br />· to develop language improvement (To improve pupils’ language skills by using materials specifically developed by the project staff), pupils build-up their writing, reading, listening and speaking skills in foreign languages<br /><br />· to initiate process of self-reflection at a time when young people try to find their identity<br /><br />· to raise the students’ creative potential (writing and acting)<br /><br />· to develop self-confidence and stronger personalities through the success as a writer and actor / actress<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Communication and cooperation</span><br /><br />English was used throughout the project, i.e. as language for the plays and as the language of communication at the meetings and in email communication.<br /><br />Generally the project was based on a very close and frequent communication of all partners throughout the two years via email and at personal meetings. This guaranteed a very intensive and immediate exchange about everything that concerned the project. The fact that most aims of the partnership were achieved and even an additional workshop was held proves that the cooperation worked and the team managed to find agreement even at times when they were problems and differing views and wishes. Each country was willing to take responsibilities and tasks and to pursue the common goals that the project as a whole was based on.<br />Since only four of the seven countries that handed in an application for the partnership were finally granted the permission to take part by their national agencies, the project needed some fundamental changes in its organisation and the planning, especially for the times and the locations of the workshops. Agreeing on these changes was not always easy, as very understandably each country was very interested in hosting an event.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Evaluation and monitoring</span><br /><br />Monitoring and evaluation of the project were mainly carried out through evaluation sessions at the project meetings and through regular exchange by emails. There feedback was exchanged about the students´ and other people´s appreciation of the project and its events. The website offered the possibility for all participants to write comments on the plays and thereby evaluate the quality of the contribution. It also gave everyone the chance to comment on the website itself or the project as a whole and to voice the personal experience with our Comenius project in a chat or a voice-thread. Within the national teams meetings were held by teachers, students and parents to discuss experiences and use these insights to develop and shape the next steps in the project.<br /><br />The main conclusion was that the whole project could be considered a huge success and an unforgettable experience for all those who got involved, especially those who travelled. Over the two years the project became more and more popular with the students and more and more of them wanted to be part of it. It became clear that the workshops were the heart and soul of this project and the best, most efficient and lasting way to further the aims of the project. This is one reason why one more workshop than planned was held.<br /><br />Other – yet minor – consequences included the following: At an early stage of the problem it became obvious that the original idea to vote for the best plays, to use this as the basis for choosing them for the performances and to perform plays written in other countries could not be carried out. The enormous difference in age of the students in the four countries made it impossible to compare or to identify with material produced by much older or much younger students. It was decided that the choice of the plays for the drama workshops was given into the hands of each Comenius team and it was limited to a play from their own production since it turned out that these plays were more compatible with the needs that come with a stage performance and those that arise from other material or financial restrictions. The original plan to perform one play together in the last workshop turned out to be unrealistic after the experience from the first workshops. Again the age difference but also the problem of writing a play of such an enormous scope made the international Comenius team change its plan.<br /><br />In addition to that and with regard to the online voting we had planned it seemed more important to show positive appreciation of the students´ efforts rather than discriminate with regards to the quality. Therefore comments replaced voting.<br />Another conclusion concerned the topics. At the first meeting and in the first months it became clear that the strict separation into periods of three to four months for one topic could not be held since holidays and exam dates in each country differed too much. For the last year the decision was made to focus on one topic since the time between the second workshop in Lithuania and the last one in Germany was too short to write about more than one topic, especially since it was an important one for the project.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Inter-cultural dialogue</span><br /><br />Inter-cultural dialogue was achieved through the exchange of plays all readable on a joint website and the workshops where young people from different cultures gave an impression of their youth culture, their ways of thinking and of seeing the world. Many free time activities that were part of the official programme or spontaneously carried out together helped to find a deeper insight into the other cultures and to forge bonds between the young people. At school level many classes got the chance to welcome foreign students in their lessons and find out more about the other cultures.<div><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-1908728436084456980?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: Our videos: Final product</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/07/19/Our_videos:_Final_product</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 21:58:00 -0400</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/07/19/Our_videos:_Final_product</guid>
				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;">Workshop in  Ioannina, Greece, 2008</span><br /><br /> <br /><br />Original video page: <a href="http://www.archive.org/details/StagingMeStagingyouth-ioannina-2008">[www.archive.org]</a> <br />Download the movie (It is a large .avi video file): <a href="http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-ioannina-2008/Greece.avi">[www.archive.org]</a> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;">Workshop in Kaunas, Lithuania, 2008</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Original video page: <a href="http://www.archive.org/details/StagingMeStagingyouth-kaunas-2008">[www.archive.org]</a> <br />Download the movie (It is a large .avi video file): <a href="http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-kaunas-2008/Kaunas.avi">[www.archive.org]</a> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;">Workshop in Velbert, Germany, 2009</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Original video page: <a href="http://www.archive.org/details/StagingMeStagingyouth-velbert-2009">[www.archive.org]</a> <br />Download the movie (It is a large .avi video file): <a href="http://www.archive.org/download/StagingMeStagingyouth-velbert-2009/Velbert2009.avi">[www.archive.org]</a> <div><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-6543582529412350763?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: A video of the workshop in Germany by the Greek Comenius team</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/06/17/A_video_of_the_workshop_in_Germany_by_the_Greek_Comenius_team</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 21:48:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: The Turkish team in Germany</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/06/06/The_Turkish_team_in_Germany</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 21:12:00 -0400</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/06/06/The_Turkish_team_in_Germany</guid>
				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<div><div style="400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791353078792&amp;map=1"><img src="http://widget-08.slide.com/p1/2522015791353078792/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791353078792&amp;map=2"><img src="http://widget-08.slide.com/p2/2522015791353078792/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791353078792&amp;amp;map=2"><img src="http://widget-08.slide.com/m/2522015791353078792/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791353078792&amp;map=F"><img src="http://widget-08.slide.com/p4/2522015791353078792/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /></a></div></div><div><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-175850509390022415?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: Pavlos in Germany (Velbert, April 27th-May 3rd, 2009)</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/05/13/Pavlos_in_Germany_(Velbert,_April_27th-May_3rd,_2009)</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 15:31:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<div><div style="400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791352738814&amp;map=1"><img src="http://widget-fe.slide.com/p1/2522015791352738814/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791352738814&amp;map=2"><img src="http://widget-fe.slide.com/p2/2522015791352738814/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791352738814&amp;amp;map=2"><img src="http://widget-fe.slide.com/m/2522015791352738814/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791352738814&amp;map=F"><img src="http://widget-fe.slide.com/p4/2522015791352738814/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /></a></div></div><br />Photos by Pavlos Kalantzis of the Greek Comenius team.<div><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-1590670215685690776?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: The performance of the German play "Wedding plans" and more..., as it was published in the German school site</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/05/10/The_performance_of_the_German_play__Wedding_plans__and_more...,_as_it_was_published_in_the_German_school_site</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 11:25:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: The opening ceremony as it was published in the German school site</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/05/10/The_opening_ceremony_as_it_was_published_in_the_German_school_site</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 11:18:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: More photos from the best photo-reporter, Daiva:-)</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/05/10/More_photos_from_the_best_photo-reporter,_Daiva:-)</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 10:39:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIyGTu3uI/AAAAAAAAA-s/gOY2o-GIMkA/s1600-h/Pictureee+061.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIyGTu3uI/AAAAAAAAA-s/gOY2o-GIMkA/s400/Pictureee+061.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIxjCFGkI/AAAAAAAAA-c/tPXi1w3eJmc/s1600-h/Pictureee+054.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIxjCFGkI/AAAAAAAAA-c/tPXi1w3eJmc/s400/Pictureee+054.jpg" alt="" /></a>The Lithuanian students and some Germans too<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIxBgASJI/AAAAAAAAA-U/uimBnsdH0M8/s1600-h/Pictureee+123.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIxBgASJI/AAAAAAAAA-U/uimBnsdH0M8/s400/Pictureee+123.jpg" alt="" /></a>The Turkish girls:-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIwqVBCDI/AAAAAAAAA-M/wvOA06_v-7U/s1600-h/Pictureee+122.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaIwqVBCDI/AAAAAAAAA-M/wvOA06_v-7U/s400/Pictureee+122.jpg" alt="" /></a>The Greek boys and girl:-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHfRAI85I/AAAAAAAAA98/HVVpQ66QUeg/s1600-h/Pictureee+109.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHfRAI85I/AAAAAAAAA98/HVVpQ66QUeg/s400/Pictureee+109.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHeyReH4I/AAAAAAAAA90/YqzwJYisbeQ/s1600-h/Pictureee+070.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHeyReH4I/AAAAAAAAA90/YqzwJYisbeQ/s400/Pictureee+070.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHeOJqhwI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Gcix3l7K2g0/s1600-h/Pictureee+074.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHeOJqhwI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Gcix3l7K2g0/s400/Pictureee+074.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHdgJlsfI/AAAAAAAAA9k/OSjnCBk-RvM/s1600-h/Pictureee+081.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaHdgJlsfI/AAAAAAAAA9k/OSjnCBk-RvM/s400/Pictureee+081.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Opening ceremony</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDz1sFVI/AAAAAAAAA9U/vKyxWGcT1o4/s1600-h/Pictureee+051.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDz1sFVI/AAAAAAAAA9U/vKyxWGcT1o4/s400/Pictureee+051.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDk9-lbI/AAAAAAAAA9M/5PQ0E2YIy8A/s1600-h/Pictureee+046.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDk9-lbI/AAAAAAAAA9M/5PQ0E2YIy8A/s400/Pictureee+046.jpg" alt="" /></a>At the German classroom...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDZdnN9I/AAAAAAAAA9E/dMzC0NyLARs/s1600-h/Pictureee+032.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDZdnN9I/AAAAAAAAA9E/dMzC0NyLARs/s400/Pictureee+032.jpg" alt="" /></a>The Lithuanian students before(?) the rehearsal..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDP_fIrI/AAAAAAAAA88/bIK82XCOTvc/s1600-h/Pictureee+031.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SgaGDP_fIrI/AAAAAAAAA88/bIK82XCOTvc/s400/Pictureee+031.jpg" alt="" /></a>Chatting a little...<div><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-258840353607099776?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: The first photos from Velbert just arrived...</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/05/04/The_first_photos_from_Velbert_just_arrived...</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 22:26:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	from Daiva. It seems that she is the best photo-reporter of all in our team:-))<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9Cw9ajBnI/AAAAAAAAA80/xi5hjO5JNU8/s1600-h/Pictureee+195.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9Cw9ajBnI/AAAAAAAAA80/xi5hjO5JNU8/s400/Pictureee+195.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />The Lithuanian team in Velbert. Congratulations, kids:-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9CwhaZdyI/AAAAAAAAA8s/2d5ViBu2WCI/s1600-h/Pictureee+126.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9CwhaZdyI/AAAAAAAAA8s/2d5ViBu2WCI/s400/Pictureee+126.jpg" alt="" /></a>This beautiful team is (from left to right) the Lithuanian (a part of it), Pavlos the Great, the Turkish team and the rest of the Greek team. Obviously the photographer is the Lithuanian headmaster, isn't she, Daiva?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9CwYdUNYI/AAAAAAAAA8k/fZHaL8GPgak/s1600-h/Pictureee+121.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9CwYdUNYI/AAAAAAAAA8k/fZHaL8GPgak/s400/Pictureee+121.jpg" alt="" /></a>Two headmasters, the Greek and Lithuanian, thinking the work they have to do when they come back to their schools:-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9CwPoW1bI/AAAAAAAAA8c/PS4XmiIn04k/s1600-h/Pictureee+012.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/Sf9CwPoW1bI/AAAAAAAAA8c/PS4XmiIn04k/s400/Pictureee+012.jpg" alt="" /></a>No.2 of the German school. Susanne. But she will be no. 1 as a future mother:-)<div><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-1472300176844386984?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: THE FINAL PROJECT WORKSHOP</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 15:07:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SfWo14neC_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/otCSqH9zh0I/s1600-h/12007282.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SfWo14neC_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/otCSqH9zh0I/s400/12007282.jpg" alt="" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Velbert church clock tower</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">(Photo by Stathis Hionidis)<br /></span></div><br />The time of the final project workshop just arrived! It will take held in <a href="http://www.rsk-velbert.de/">RSK Velbert</a> -Germany from April 27th to May 3rd. We 'll perform 4 plays from each participating country, that is:<br />1. <a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-plans.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Wedding plans </span></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> from RSK-Velbert</span>-<span style="font-weight: bold;">Germany</span><br />2. <a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/has-anybody-seen-europe.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Has anybody seen Europe?”</span></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;">from the 8th General Lyceum of Ioannina-Greece</span><br />3. <a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey-to-future.html"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Journey to the future</span></span></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> from </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;">Kaunas Radvilenai secondary school-Lithuania</span> and<br />4. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/history-project.html">The History  Project</a> from </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;">Özel Izmir Bilge Ata Okullari-Turkey</span>.<br />All are ready to perform before the German audience. Moreover, other activities will take held as visits to the sightseeing of Velbert and the nearby cities, lessons attendance at school, even a pick  nick at a nearby lake. The whole project meeting program is the following:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SfWnZlIB8hI/AAAAAAAAA8M/oZ3GUiv2Wlc/s1600-h/programm.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uMtTc6LeDU/SfWnZlIB8hI/AAAAAAAAA8M/oZ3GUiv2Wlc/s400/programm.JPG" alt="" /></a>More information in German and a photo album from the opening ceremony<a href="http://www.rsk-velbert.de/"> here</a>.<br /><a href="http://stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-plans.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></a><div><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-7505750144762843334?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: Make a comment with Voicethread about our project</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 15:56:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<img src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzc3MzA1MzgyMzQmcHQ9MTIzNzczMDU*MzY3MSZwPTIwNjQyMSZkPWI*MDgyODMmZz*yJnQ9Jm89OWQ2OTllMzFmYmU3NDc3YzhiODI3NTM1MmU1OWMyYWQ=.gif" /><br /><br />Make a comment about your experience from your participation in this project. You can write a small text or record your voice with your computer mic. It's easy. Just register giving your e-mail and choose a password. You can upload a photo of you or a sign (avatar) representing you. Then click on "<span style="font-weight: bold;">comment</span>".  Finally, write your text or start talking to your mic.  Your comments will included in our final book.<div><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-1529425724730123700?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: Wedding plans</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 14:26:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Wedding plans</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Scene 1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It´s Sunday morning. Sina, Lisa and   Mona are sitting in the living room of their shared flat. They are lying on the couch drinking coffee. The night before they have been told that their flat mates Jonas and Ayse are getting married.</span><br /><br />Sina:            I still can´t believe it.<br />Mona:         Shocking, isn´t it?<br />Lisa:            They haven´t known each other for more than two months.<br />Mona:         Three.<br />Sina:             Two or three. Who cares?<br />Mona:         Getting married at the age of twenty-one. What a stupid idea.<br />Lisa:            They must be joking.<br />Sina:             When I woke up this morning I thought I had dreamt it all.<br />Mona:         No, I am afraid not.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sina, Lisa and  Mona are looking at each other.</span><br /><br />Sina:             This is a real threat to our flat.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They  start laughing. They stop laughing suddenly and look at each other again seriously.</span><br /><br />Mona:     I can´t believe  it. Five months ago Jonas was crying over his separation from Jacky.<br />Lisa:    After a two week relationship, mind you.<br />Sina:     Yeah, and he was telling us how awful women are.<br />Lisa:    And that he never wanted to get into a relationship with anyone again.<br />Mona:     And then Ayse moved in.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They don´t notice that Alex has come in. He is wearing a football outfit and  is listening and</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">watching.</span><br /><br />Sina:     And now it´s all: Yes, Sweetie, can I get you another coffee.<br />Lisa:    Sure darling, you´re the star in my universe.<br />Mona:     You´re so cute.<br />All:    Yuk.<br />Alex:    Very funny. Great to have you as friends. Have you finished making fun of them?<br />Sina:     Whoops, have you been here for long?<br />Mona:    Who cares. We´re right. The idea is absolutely stupid. Don´t you think so too?<br />Alex:     It doesn´t matter what I think. It´s their life not yours or mine.<br />Jonas:         Good morning. Is their any coffee left? Ayse would like to have one.<br />Sina and Mona look at each other.<br />Sina:             I have to go now.<br />Mona:         I´ll come with you.<br />Lisa:            Me too.<br />Sina:  <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They leave the room.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Scene 2:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Alex and Jonas are in the living room.</span><br /><br />Jonas:         What was that about?<br />Alex:     Nothing important. They just don´t understand why you are getting married.<br />Jonas:    Why not. She´s the love of my life. We are meant to be together.<br />Alex:     Sure. <span style="font-style: italic;">(He looks at his watch)</span>, Oh time to play football. The great love of my life. And it used to be yours too. Before you met Ayse.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Alex leaves with his sports bag. Jonas sits alone on the couch for a moment. He</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">drinks some coffee and switches on the TV. Ayse comes in. He gets up with a</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">start. She sits next to him and takes his coffee and has a sip.</span><br /><br />Ayse:     Yuk. There is no sugar in it, sweetie. You know how sweet I like it.<br />Jonas:     Sorry darling. I´ll get you some sugar.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jonas stands up and gets some sugar. She follows him and gets this dreamy look</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">on her face.</span><br /><br /><br />Ayse:            Jonas. I’m so excited and I’m dying to become your wife.<br />Jonas:            Yeah, me too.<br />Ayse:            How many people should we invite to our wedding?<br />Jonas:            Just a few people who are really close to us.<br />Ayse:            I would like to invite about 200 people.<br />Jonas:         What?????<br />Ayse:             There are many people who are close to me, close to us.<br />Jonas:         But it will cost too much money.<br />Ayse:    Oh Jonas, but it’s my wedding and everything must be perfect.<br />Jonas:         Your wedding. I thought it was our wedding.<br />Ayse:     Sorry, honey. Our wedding. Did I tell you my friend Jazzy wants to help to organize our wedding?<br />Jonas:         Really??<br />Ayse:             Yes, really.<br />Jonas:         Are we going to the airport to fetch her?<br />Ayse:     Sweetie, I told you. No, she´s taking a taxi. And by the way she may arrive any minute. Get dressed.<br />Jonas:         Sure I will get dressed for your little rich friend.<br />Ayse:     . I want her to see how wonderful you are.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jonas leaves.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Scene 3</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The bell rings. Ayse runs to the door and we hear both girls scream. Both girls come in. A taxi driver carries two suitcases and a bag.</span><br /><br />Ayse:     Jazzy. It´s so wonderful you are here. So much happened while you were in America.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Jazzy sits down on the couch.</span><br /><br />Jazzy:     America is great. But it´s so good to be back home. Oh, by the way. I brought you a…<br />Ayse:             We are getting married.<br />Jazzy doesn´t respond.<br />Ayse :             Jonas and me, we are getting married. Isn´t that great news?<br />Jazzy:     I can´t believe it. I´m gone for a year and you find the man of your dreams. And now you are even marrying him. That´s so romantic.<br />Ayse:     You must help me to plan everything. And course you will be my brides maid.<br />Jazzy:     Oh, Ayse, that will be the wedding of the year. Trust me. I have lots of ideas and contacts.<br />Ayse:             Like in a Hollywood movie.<br />Jazzy:         No better than that.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jonas comes in.</span><br /><br />Ayse:             Oh, here´s my Brad Pitt.      <br />Jonas:            Hi, you must be Jazzy. I am Jonas.<br />Ayse:             My Jonas.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The light fades.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Scene 4:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Alex is back. Jazzy and Jonas are having something to eat. Ayse is in the kitchen.</span><br /><br />Ayse:             Hey Alex. How was the game?<br />Alex :             Don´t ask. I hate football. They kicked our butts.<br />Jonas:     Don´t worry, mate. When you lose in a game, you win in love. Oh, by the way, this is Jazzy.<br />Alex:             Hi.<br />Jazzy:         Hi. Nice to meet you.<br />Ayse:             <span style="font-style: italic;">(from the kitchen)</span>: Sweetie, I can´t find the champagne. <br />Alex:            Champagne, wow. Posh.<br />Jazzy:            Yes, like the wedding.<br />Alex:     Ok, a bit too posh to my mind. And too expensive. After all you  are both students.  I thought a wedding in a small church would be the very best for you - and for your bank account. You rent a little restaurant and that´s it.<br />Don´t invite too many people. Just your parents and friends. Nothing fancy.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The lights change.  Jonas and Ayse quickly take some costume that suggests that they are having their wedding day. Jazzy, Alex, Sina and Mona are there. One of them takes pictures. Ayse´s younger brother Kevin rides his scooter with tins that rattle and a sign “Just married” as in American films. Alex opens a can of beer.</span><br /><br />Alex:             Here´s to you.<br />All of them:         Cheers.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The light changes back to normal.</span><br /><br />Jonas:         Hey mate. You know what I want.<br />Ayse:             You can´t be serious. It´s not a cheap party. It´s our wedding.<br />Jazzy:         All right. I would say you´re going to take the biggest church<br />          in town. And you should rent a trendy club and invite                     many important people, let everyone join in your joy.<br />           It might  be a bit expensive, but it´s going to be an                     unforgettable event in your whole life time.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The light changes.  Ayse wears a veil and Jonas a top hat. There are lots of people on the stage. They throw rose petals and many people have a bottle of champagne in their hand. The wedding march is played. And then music changes to disco music and the light change too. The guests dance.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The light changes back to normal.</span><br /><br />Ayse:             Oh that sounds great. We will invite everyone we                     know. Me  in white and you in black,  Jonas. The preacher will             marry us and we will celebrate a big event.<br />Jonas:         But that´s not us, sweetie. This is not Hollywood, it´s our life.<br />Ayse:             If you really love me, you will do it for me.<br />Alex            Jonas, my friend, I think you ´ve got a big problem there.<br />Ayse:            Are you calling me a problem?<br />Jazzy:             Hey, guys, cool down. Let´s wait and see.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jazzy nudges Alex and gestures him to follow her. They both leave.</span><br /><br />Ayse:     Sweetie, I really love Jazzy´s plan. And it´s really important to me.<br />Jonas:         Well, I think Alex´s suggestion  is more realistic.<br />I mean we don´t have so much money in our pocket. And his idea is suitable.<br />Ayse:     But, the issue is I´ve always dreamed of having a great and big wedding. You´re so unromantic…<br />Jonas:     Hey, that´s not fair. It´s not about romance. It´s just kitsch.<br />Ayse:     How dare you call my ideas kitsch. I only want our best.<br />Jonas:         It´s not the best for me. And you don´t care.<br />Ayse:             What? You bastard.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ayse runs out of the room. Dramatic music is played. Jonas stays on the sofa. He is shocked and speechless.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Scene 5</span><br /><br /><br />T<span style="font-style: italic;">he next morning. The scene changes between the living room where the women are sitting and Jonas´ room where he is playing darts with Alex.</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Jazzy:         And what did you talk about?<br />Did you argue with him? I mean what happened after we had left?<br />Ayse:            Yes we argued. He called my plans kitsch.<br />Jazzy:            What, how dare he? Oh my goodness, tell me what did you talk             about? I need to know.<br />Ayse:     He said that I don´t care about him. He´s so unromantic. That´s what I told him.<br />Jazzy:     Ouch.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Both are silent for a moment. Meanwhile Mona and Lisa come in. Jazzy hugs Ayse.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The scene changes to Alex and Jonas.</span><br /><br />Alex:             So what did your girl think about my advice? I mean about the             small wedding party. I guess she didn´t like it much.<br />Jonas:         Let´s put it that way. She wasn´t really over the moon with your             suggestion.<br />Alex:             Why not, I can´t understand that. Nobody minds paying less money. And if you break up at least you haven´t ruined     yourself financially.<br />Jonas:         So this is what you really think. That we  aren´t going to make it             together anyway.<br />Alex:             Look, I am your friend. I wish you happiness. But let´s face it. You             hardly know each other. It may all end in a disaster if you get                 married now. Give yourself more time.<br />Jonas:    Nice thinking by a friend. Don´t worry. We will be okay. And maybe I should give her the wedding she wants.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The scene changes back to Ayse and Jazzy.</span><br /><br /><br />Jazzy:     Don´t worry, baby. In the end he will do what you want. That´s  what always happens. Men do what we want.     <br /><br />Mona:     Interesting point of view. Good morning you two. <span style="font-style: italic;">(To Jazzy)</span> Hi, I am Mona. One of Ayse´s flatmates.<br />Lisa:    Hi, I´m Lisa.<br />Jazzy:    Hi, I am Jazzy. Nice to meet you two. Ayse was just telling me about her fight with Jonas last night. They fought about their wedding plans.<br />Ayse:     Jazzy. That´s not for everyone to know.<br />Jazzy:     But Ayse, don´t worry. They will understand you, too. They are girls like us. They want a big wedding bash too.<br />Mona:    Not exactly. Ayse, it´s the beginning of your future with this guy and you already argue with him. I mean you´re just 19 years old and he´s just 21. You should really see if a wedding is the right thing for you.<br />Jazzy:    So what? If it´s their big love. My parents have been married for 24 years now. And my mum got married when she was 18.<br />Lisa:    Ayse, you are not like her mum. You have been together for 3 months and you have just moved in with each other. Are you really sure that you aren´t too young to make such a big decision for your future.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The scene changes back to Jonas and Alex.</span><br /><br />Alex:            Ok, ok, I just spoke my mind. That´s typical. She is already making             you do what she wants. Man, what happened to the free guy I used             to know?<br />Jonas:         He became an adult.<br />Alex:     Well he became stupid and forgot how to live. I mean you didn´t become adult, you´re just 21 and don´t you think it could be too early for your wedding. This girl will destroy your whole future. First she tells you how the wedding has to be. Next time she tells you where you should work and then she will tell you what you should eat.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The scenes changes to Ayse and the other women.</span><br /><br /><br />Ayse:     But I love him.<br />Mona:    It´s fine to love him. But why marry him now?<br />Ayse:    Because... because.. I love him and I want a big wedding and...<br />Jazzy:    What is wrong with that?<br />Mona:            I don´t know if that´s the way it should go. You have no money             anyway. You are both students and your parents aren´t rich. Plus,             you don´t really know each other and there is so much you wanted             to do with your life.<br />Jazzy:            Yeah, that´s right. Remember what we wanted to do after                 university.<br />Ayse:            But I can still do that when I am married.<br />Lisa:        Ayse, you are so young and so is he. That´s all we are saying. Who             knows how you two will develop. Maybe he wants you to have                 children soon. Maybe he wants you not to work.<br />Ayse:             That´s so unfair. He´s not like that.<br />Mona:            How do you know?<br />Ayse:            I know. We want to spend our life together. And everything will be             perfect.<br />Jazzy:         And there will be a perfect wedding party.<br />Ayse:            Yes, even if you don´t want to be there.<br />Lisa:        Come one, Mona, let´s go. There is no use talking about it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The scene changes to Alex and Jonas.</span><br /><br />Jonas:    I can´t believe what you are saying.<br />Alex:     Shit, I am sorry. But I only mean well. Don´t want to see you unhappy.<br />Jonas:    Yeah. Okay. I know. Let´s have a beer.<br />Alex:            Ok, why not.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The both leave the house.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Scene 6</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ayse is sitting in the living room. She ´s  alone. She looks sad after the conversation with the others. Her mobile phone rings.</span><br /><br /><br />Ayse:            Hi.<br />Amy:            Hi Ayse. It´s me.<br />Ayse:            Oh hi, Amy.<br />Amy:            I just talked to Mona. She said you´re getting married. Is that true?<br />Ayse:            Yes, we´re...<br />Amy:            Oh my God.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">She hangs up. Ayse can´t believe it. She looks at her mobile phone when the phone rings again.</span><br /><br />Ayse:            Hi.<br />Gülcan:        Hi, sweetie. I can´t believe what I have just heard. That´s so, so, so...<br />Ayse:            Romantic?<br />Gülcan:        No, so unbelievable. So brave. Well, good luck then.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ayse is even more shocked and is getting angry and then the phone rings again.</span><br /><br />Ayse:            Yes.<br />Amy:            Don´t tell me you are pregnant.<br />Ayse:            Why?<br />Amy:            Why else would you want to get married at the age of 19?<br />Ayse:            Oh, leave me alone. All of you.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ayse hangs up. The phone rings again.</span><br /><br />Ayse: <span style="font-style: italic;">           (furious)</span> Yes, it is true. Yes, I am getting married. And no, I´m not             pregnant.<br />A man:        Madam?  (Pause) This is  Matt Johnson from Media Market. The             laptop computer you ordered is here.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ayse starts sobbing and the lights go down.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Scene 7</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jonas and Alex walk along the street. They meet Tim and Marvin.</span><br /><br />Marvin:         Hey, coach. Hi.<br />Jonas:         Hi,  guys. How are you?<br />Tim:            Great, coach. How are you?<br />Jonas:            Great, guys. How´s the team?<br />Marvin:         Not so great since you left. You were the best coach in the whole             world. Last week we lost 4:1.<br />Jonas:            No?!<br />Tim:            We´re lousy without you.<br />Marvin:        Why are you still here. Didn´t you want to travel in Australia for a             year?<br />Jonas:            Yeah. I changed my mind. Something else happened.<br />Alex:             He met Ayse.<br />Tim:            And you gave up Australia for her?<br />Jonas:            Yeah.<br />Marvin:        Stupid.<br />Jonas:            Thanks for your honesty, guys.<br />Tim:             You´re welcome.<br />Marvin:        Would you like to kick with us? You old men against the young             stars of tomorrow?<br />Jonas looks at Alex. He nods his head.<br />Jonas:            Sure, why not. I haven´t kicked a ball for three months.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They play together. Jonas fools around like a child. He is obviously very happy to play again.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Scene 8:</span><br /><br />Ayse and Jonas are sitting together in their living room.<br /><br />Ayse:     You know I´ve talked to Jazzy and she still thinks we should have a big wedding.<br />Jonas:            Hm, Alex still believes that we shouldn´t spend all that money. He             said I should live my life first. You know, have hobbies, go abroad.             He fears you might destroy my whole  future.<br />Ayse:             How can he say something like that?<br />Jonas:         Hey, I told him I believe in us.<br />Ayse:    How can your friend say something like that? He´s not allowed to say such a thing. He hardly knows me.<br />Jonas:    Calm down. I don´t think that you will destroy my future because I want to spend my future with you. But I would like to do a few other things with my life, too.<br />Ayse:             Such as...<br />Jonas:            Play football again. Coach a team. Maybe go to England. Or to            America for some months. And you know, you had  dreams                 too. What happened to them?<br />Ayse:            Nothing. But I believe that you are more important now.<br />Jonas:            I think that you are important, too. But...<br />Ayse:            But not important enough.<br />Jonas:         Holy shit, Ayse. Calm down. What do the others think?<br />Ayse:    I don´t care. I want a big wedding or no wedding at all.<br />Jonas:     Are you threatening?<br />Ayse:             No, all I am saying is..<br />Jonas:    I´m fed up. (He shouts)  It´s enough.<br />Ayse:             What are you going to do?<br />Jonas:     Decide what you want. Me and a small wedding or no man at all.<br />          I´m  fed up with your childish Hollywood dreams.  Decide what you             really want!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">( He screams)</span><br />( Jonas leaves the room)<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Scene 9:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ayse, Jazzy, Sina and Lisa are sitting in the living-room.</span><br /><br />Jazzy:     Ladies, we need to talk and act. Ayse is deeply unhappy. She thinks that         Jonas is perhaps not the right guy. That´s ridiculous.  They love each         other. We have to mediate.     We have to save their wedding.<br />Sina:         Jazzy, don´t you get it? It´s not about the wedding anymore. It´s about         their relationship now.<br />Mona:     It´s for them to decide and we shouldn´t have interfered right from the         start.<br />Jazzy:         What do you mean?<br />Sina:        We should have stayed out of it. All these ideas of a posh wedding.<br />Lisa:    Or our doubts about the wedding. That was not helpful.<br />Mona:        Alex was right. It´s their life. Not ours.<br />Jazzy:        But he interfered too.<br />Sina:         That´s true.<br />Jazzy:     I only wanted to help as a friend.<br />Lisa:    Us too. But we didn´t really help, did we?<br /><br />Ayse comes in. She looks very sad.<br /><br />Ayse:        Hi.<br />All:         Hi.<br />Ayse:         Where is Jonas.<br />Lisa:    No idea. He went out, I think.<br />Ayse:        I have to talk to him. I feel so stupid.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jonas and Alex come back home. They look slightly drunk but happy.</span><br /><br />Ayse:        Hi, where have you been. It´s late.<br />Jonas: <span style="font-style: italic;">       (smiles)</span> I went to a pub. It was fun.<br />Ayse:        Oh Jonas, I am so sorry. I was stupid. I have realized that. If you want a         small wedding that´s okay. Really. I am happy with that.<br />Jonas:     Ayse, it´s too late.<br />Ayse:         Too late? What do you mean?<br />Jonas:     It´s over.<br />Ayse:        Over. You mean our wedding plans.<br />Jonas:     Hell no. Everything.<br /><br />Mona:        <span style="font-style: italic;">(to the others)</span> I think we better go.<br />Lisa:    Yep.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The others  leave.</span><br /><br /><br />Ayse:        But why?  We don´t have to get married now. We can wait some months.         Maybe a year.<br />Jonas:        Ayse, I played football with some of the kids. And I love it. I went to the         pub and met     Jacky. And she reminded me of how much I wanted to go to         Australia.<br />Ayse:        You met Jacky?<br />Jonas:        It´s not what you think. Nothing happened. It´s just that I remembered         what I wanted to do with my life.<br />Ayse:        You bastard.<br />Jonas:        You´re not getting what I am trying to say.  I love you but ... but not             enough to give up my dreams now.<br />Ayse:         Go away. Leave me alone.<br />Jonas:        I´m sorry. I will go now. I´ll get my stuff tomorrow.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jonas leaves.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Scene 10:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It´s a year and a half later. Jonas and Ayse bump into each other in the street.</span><br /><br />Jonas:        Hey, Ayse.  What a coincidence.<br />Ayse:        Hi.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They feel a bit awkward.</span><br /><br />Ayse:        How are you?<br />Jonas:        Still a bit tired. I came back from Sydney three days ago.<br />Ayse:        Yeah, I heard that you went there.<br />Jonas:        I did. It was amazing. And how are you?<br />Ayse:        I´m fine. I am going to L.A. for two months. Jazzy and I will do a training         course there.<br />Jonas:        Great to hear that.<br />Ayse:        Yeah.<br />Jonas:        Yeah.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They don´t know what to say and remain silent. Then Jonas breaks the silence.</span><br /><br />Jonas:     Listen. I really would like to know how you are doing. I´ve got football         practice at eight. There´s enough time for a coffee. Would you like to join         me?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ayse hesitates.</span><br /><br />Ayse:        Sure, why not. It´s good to see you again. I´ve thought a lot about you.         About us lately.<br /><br />Jonas:        Well, then, let´s go and see whether there is a table in our favourite café.<br />Ayse:        Like in the old times.<br />Jonas:        Yes, like in the old times when we were young.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They both laugh. Ayse slips her arm around his and they walk off the stage.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wrtten by Von Buket Merkan und Gian-Luca Martino of <a href="http://www.rsk-velbert.de/">Städtische Realschule Kastanienallee Velbert</a></span><div><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-7529651544020228320?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: Journey to the future</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/03/21/Journey_to_the_future</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 00:41:00 -0400</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/03/21/Journey_to_the_future</guid>
				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Journey to the future</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Characters:</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Lisa: 13 years old.  Studies very well, knows a lot.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Aisha: 13 years old. Funny, good, friendly.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Jonas: 14 years old. Arrogant, funny, likes to command everyone, always right.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Alexander: 13,5 years old. Good, funny, always agrees with everything.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Mantau: the girl in the future and a classmate.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Tauman: the girl in the future and a classmate.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;">Scene 1</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span>  <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">In the forest .It is getting dark. Long shadows of the kids who are walking with</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;"> their bags.Dim  red  lights.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />Lisa:<br />- I don‘t like walking-tours... </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(sad)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- It‘s better that sitting with parents at home.<br />Aisha:<br />- I‘d better be at home<br />Jonas:<br />- Stop it. Better go faster because I think that we are lost! </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Shouting. Angry)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Lisa:<br />- Oh my god! It can‘t be!!! </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(surprised)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha:<br />- Now we‘re like in the serial ,,Lost“.<br />Jonas:<br />- Go right because I saw that they walked that way!<br />Alex:<br />- Why are you standing? Listen what Jonas just said. Let‘s go!<br />Lisa :<br />- Why do we have to go that way? Maybe they walked left...<br />Aisha:<br />- Or maybe straight? We have to decide.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Draw lots)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- We won!<br />Aisha:<br />- Ok, you won.<br />Lisa:<br />- Let‘s go right... </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(sad)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- You know, it‘s getting dark. Maybe we should put a tent here and make a fire.<br />Jonas :<br />- Ok girls, you go and find logs and we‘ll put tent. Ok?<br />Lisa and Aisha:<br />- Ok.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Aisha and Lisa walking)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Lisa:<br />- Boys ordered us to find lops while they are putting tent.<br />Aisha:<br />- Yeah. It‘s not fair.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(While Lisa talking, Aisha sees the skeleton)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha:<br />- Look.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(They come closer)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Lisa and Aisha:<br />- Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa...<br />Aisha:<br />- What a hell is that?<br />Lisa:<br />- Oh my god! It‘s skeleton!<br />Aisha:<br />- Let‘s run and call boys here.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(They run to their camp and they are very winded)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha:<br />- Silence! I saw a dead man!<br />Lisa:<br />- A skeleton!<br />Aisha:<br />- Better go faster out of this wood! I‘m so scarred!!!<br />Jonas :<br />- Coward! Ok let‘s go and see if it‘s true because I think that there‘s just something bad with their heads.<br />Alex:<br />- Yeah yeah...<br />Aisha:<br />- I‘m not lying! </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(says angry)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Lisa:<br />- Yeah, we‘re not lying!<br />Alex:<br />- Me and Jonas go first and walk after us.<br />Jonas :<br />- You see that? There is something white. I hope it‘s not skeleton.<br />Alex:<br />- Oh my god! It can‘t be!<br />Aisha:<br />- I think it was very strange person.<br />Jonas:<br />-Maybe he‘s from future?<br />Lisa:<br />- I‘d better go and make a fire.<br />Aisha:<br />- See you guys.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Aisha goes too)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- What to do with him? </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(shows at skeleton)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- What if we scare them at night? </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(laughing)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- Ok. But we better go now until it got dark.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(They go to their camp)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha:<br />- Where is the tent?<br />Alex:<br />- Teacher has it.<br />Lisa:<br />- So where we‘ll sleep?<br />Jonas:<br />- Around the fire, I guess.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(All sit around the fire)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Birds sounds)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Lisa:<br />- Did you hear that?<br />Aisha:<br />- Yeah, I heard. It‘s getting very scary.<br />Alex:<br />- I‘ll never go to walking-tours in my life.<br />Jonas:<br />- You little children got scared of the bird???<br />Aisha:<br />- I want that the wolf bite your ass.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Lisa laughs)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- Better don‘t joke because a wolf will come with a bear to visit us.<br />Jonas:<br />- Let‘s sleep because in the morning we‘re going to find our friends.<br />Lisa:<br />- Why are you ordering us what to do?<br />Jonas:<br />- And do you have anything better to do Mis Lisa?<br />Lisa:<br />- No...<br />Jonas:<br />- Then shut up! (angry)<br />Aisha:<br />- Oh, if my phone worked, I would call teacher and she would find us.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Silence, everyone lies around the fire and tries to sleep)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Plays wolf sound)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- Did you hear that?<br />Aisha:<br />- Now you‘re scarred.<br />Jonas:<br />- How to not be scarred if wolf is somewhere near us.<br />Aisha:<br />- Someone got scarred... Aren‘t you like a baby?<br />Alex:<br />- Shut up both of you! I want to sleep! (angry)<br />Lisa:<br />- What happened?(sleepy)<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Jonas walks around and can‘t sleep, Aisha gets up and walks near Jonas)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- Don‘t scare me!<br />Aisha:<br />- I‘m sorry that I talked to you unkindly.<br />Jonas:<br />- Go to sleep!<br />Aisha:<br />- Why are you so angry? I came to apologize and you‘re just shouting. (angry)<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Jonas doesn‘t say anything and then Aisha goes to sleep)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;">Scene 2</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Jonas goes and takes skeleton)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- Wake up!<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Alex, Lisa and Aisha stand up)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha and Lisa:<br />- Are you crazy?<br />Alex:<br />- Put down that skeleton.<br />Jonas:<br />- Get up and let‘s start looking for our friends.<br />Lisa:<br />- It’s only 2 o‘clock in the morning. I want to sleep.<br />Alex:<br />- Yeah, me too.<br />Aisha:<br />- Wait. What‘s that?<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(She shows at the skeletons hand)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- I think it‘s some kind of... puzzle. We have to take it off the skeleton but I won‘t do this.<br />Aisha:<br />- I‘d better go eat breakfast.<br />Lisa:<br />- Yeah. I think we have to eat before going.<br />Jonas:<br />- I‘ll be the hero and take that puzzle.<br />Aisha:<br />- Look. There is a piece of paper.<br />Lisa:<br />- What is written here?<br />Aisha:<br />- It‘s like hieroglyphic.<br />Lisa:<br />-  Maybe it‘s futures speech because I can understand some words.<br />Jonas:<br />- We have to solve the puzzle that all numbers be right. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Reads slowly, like first-former)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha:<br />- Give us that. We‘ll solve this and you go decide what we‘ll eat.<br />Lisa:<br />- And clean up the camp.<br />Alex:<br />- Just like always.<br />Jonas:<br />- It will pass half of day till they solve that.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(They eat some chocolate and clean the camp)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;">Scene 3</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />Jonas:<br />- Hey girls! It‘s 3 o‘clock. We have to go.<br />Aisha:<br />- It’s not that easy as you think.<br />Lisa:<br />- It will take 1 or even 3 hours till we transcribe this.<br />Alex:<br />- It‘s hopeless.<br />Jonas:<br />- Teacher told something about that when we were driving here but I can‘t remember. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(thoughtful)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- I remember! She told that man from the future came here and left the puzzle but no one knows where it is. And only 4 people which are very different with their character and mind can solve it. If they will do it like a team.<br />Lisa:<br />- We have to do this together.<br />Aisha:<br />- Oh my god...<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(All start to solve it but Jonas gets bored quickly)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- I‘m tired of this. I can‘t do this anymore!<br />Alex:<br />- It‘s hopeless. Better start looking for our classmates.<br />Lisa:<br />- Give me that. I‘ll solve it.<br />Jonas:<br />- Why should I give you?<br />Lisa:<br />- I‘ll do it better than you.<br />Jonas:<br />- Really?<br />Lisa:<br />- Yes.<br />Jonas:<br />- Then catch it.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(He throws the puzzle and everything turns dark)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;">Scene 4</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">In a future building. The room with a table and a chest , some chairs. The screen for </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">showing slides.Darkness on the stage only some spotlights on the faces of the children.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">When they open their eyes they see that they are in the new building in the future.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />Lisa:<br />- You moron! Look what you‘ve done!<br />Aisha:<br />- Oh, my head. Everything is spinning around... Where are we?!<br />Alex:<br />- Are you ok? Are all of you ok?<br />Lisa:<br />- No, we‘re not. I don‘t  know where are we. (angry)<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Jonas sees the window and walks near it)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- Hey guys! Look. (He is looking out the window)<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Aisha runs at Jonas)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha:<br />- Is it wrong with my head or there are flying cars???<br />Alex:<br />- I think it‘s future...<br />Lisa:<br />- Jonas, what have you done? Look what happened because of you.<br />Jonas:<br />- Where is puzzle?<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Everyone look at Lisa)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Lisa:<br />- Hey, don‘t look at me like that! I didn‘t take it.<br />Aisha:<br />- Look it‘s peace of paper.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Alex takes the paper from Aisha)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- There is something drawn on it.<br />Lisa:<br />- Give me that! I always descramble things like that.<br />Jonas:<br />- Why do we always have to give you everything?<br />Lisa:<br />- And why do we always have to give you?<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Lisa and Jonas scuffle, shouting)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- Give it back!<br />Lisa:<br />- Shut up you fool!<br />Alex:<br />- Calm down.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Jonas and Lisa doesn‘t hear anything and unripe the paper)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Lisa:<br />- Look what you‘ve done!<br />Jonas:<br />- It‘s not my fault. You did it!<br />Aisha:<br />- Shut up both of you. I have a headache.<br />Alex:<br />- We have to lay it together and maybe then we‘ll transcribe this.<br />Aisha:<br />- But there have to be another missing piece because this edge is ragged.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Jonas, Aisha and Alex stand around the paper) </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- Yeah. Look. There is a diamond or something.<br />Lisa:<br />- That‘s interesting. Show me that. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Lisa squeezes in between Jonas and Alex)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- Get off! </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(He pushes Lisa)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- What are you doing? Are you totally stupid? I nearly unripped that paper!<br />Aisha:<br />- Lisa calm down.<br />Lisa:<br />- But he pushed me! </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(angry)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- Ok ok. Don‘t shout:<br />Aisha:<br />- I don‘t care who pushed who. It‘s our last hope! Don‘t you understand?<br />Jonas:<br />- Who made you my mother?<br />Aisha:<br />- Oh, just shut up.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(All trying to decide what to do. Suddenly Jonas sees the chest)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- Hey look. There is a chest.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Lisa runs pushes Aisha and she falls down)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha:<br />- Damn Lisa! It hurts.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Alex walks near Aisha and helps her to stand up)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- Are you ok?<br />Aisha:<br />- I think so...<br />Lisa:<br />- Stop flirting with each other and come here.<br />Alex:<br />- We‘re not flirting!!!(angry)<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(They comes to help friends and Alex with Jonas trying to unlock the chest)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- It‘s hopeless. This box is too heavy.<br />Alex:<br />- We need a bar or rock.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Aisha finds a rock and takes it)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha:<br />- Is this rock ok?<br />Lisa:<br />- Show me.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Jonas interrupts her)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- Give me.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Aisha gives him a rock and he breaks the lock)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- It was hard. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Dry up sweat)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(They see a gemstone)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Aisha and Lisa talking farther)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- What a beauty.<br />Alex:<br />- Good souvenir to bring home.<br />Jonas:<br />- A half for me and half for you. We decided.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Aisha comes near them and Lisa is still looking around)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha:<br />- What are you talking about?<br />Jonas:<br />- No no. Nothing.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Jonas looks at Alex and he subjoins)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- Yeah. Nothing.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Lisa comes)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Lisa:<br />- Guys... I think there is someone except us.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Everyone is looking at the chest and nobody listen to Lisa)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha:<br />- Isn‘t there a map or something?<br />Alex:<br />- I looked everywhere but there is nothing more except a gemstone.<br />Lisa:<br />- Hey!!! Do you hear me?! </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(shouting)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> I think there is someone except us.<br />Aisha:<br />- Did you say anything?<br />Jonas:<br />- She said something but so quietly that only rats heard her.<br />Lisa:<br />- Stop it!<br />Alex:<br />- Then say it because we don‘t have much time.<br />Lisa:<br />- I said that I heard something.<br />Aisha:<br />- Ok. Me and Lisa will go and look if there anyone else and you decide what to do now.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Aisha and Lisa go to look around)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- Let’s look at the map. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Twiddles the map)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- Don‘t you know how to look at the map?<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Then girls come back)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- Did you see anything?<br />Aisha:<br />- No.<br />Lisa:<br />- Maybe I heard badly.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Aisha looks at the map)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha:<br />- Look, it‘s another diamond. You only have to go according this map and you‘ll find it.<br />Jonas:<br />- What are you talking about? I don‘t see any other diamond.<br />Alex:<br />- Aisha, are you crazy? There is only one diamond which we already have.<br />Lisa:<br />- Probably it‘s because of knock when I pushed her.<br />Aisha:<br />- I‘m okay!!! </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(angry)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> I think so...</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(easier)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Alex turns to Jonas)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- Do you see anything in this map?<br />Jonas:<br />- No.<br />Aisha:<br />- Then look more closely and you‘ll see. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(angry)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- Better go and sleep because you going totally mad.<br />Alex:<br />- I‘ll go with her and you two try to find something.<br />Jonas: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(turns to Lisa)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />- Ok. I‘ll go right and you go left. Ok?<br />Lisa:<br />- Ok.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Jonas and Lisa goes to backstage, searching for something while Aisha and Alex talking)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha:<br />- Alex, I really saw another diamond. You have to believe me.<br />Alex:<br />- Ok ok. Go to sleep and I‘ll help them to search.<br />Aisha:<br />- No one believes me. Just like always... (sad)<br />Jonas:<br />- Hey guys! I think I found something!<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Aisha stands up, runs and pushes Alex)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Alex:<br />- Hey, Aisha. What happened to you?!<br />Aisha:<br />- What do you mean?<br />Alex:<br />- You always so calm. But now...<br />Aisha:<br />- Stop it... Better look at this. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Shows at the paper)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Lisa:<br />- It‘s missing piece of map.<br />Jonas:<br />- Look. It‘s another diamond.<br />Aisha:<br />- I told you!<br />Jonas:<br />- Ok ok. Better tell us where to find that diamond.<br />Alex:<br />- She needn‘t to do that because that diamond is moving.<br />Lisa:<br />- And it‘s coming near us!<br />Aisha:<br />- Maybe there really is something except us. Better hide somewhere.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Everybody hides in the room)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;">Scene 5</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">The light on the stage.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Two strange girls come into the room. They are from future.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">They came from the party.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />Mantau:<br />- Fe, kažkokia nesąmonė. Visiškai nevykęs vakarėlis.<br />Tauman:<br />- Jo, tikrai.<br />Mantau throwing her bag.<br />- O kas gi čia dabar? Skrynia praverta.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Both coming to the box.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Mantau:<br />- Kieno tai?<br />Tauman:<br />- Hm, nežinau.<br />Lisa: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(shouting, from the backstage)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />- I told you that there is someone else.<br />Aisha:<br />- You stupid girl!!! Now they know that we‘re here.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(They turn computers on their hand)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Tauman:<br />- Did you hear that?<br />Mantau:<br />- Of course I did. That‘s why I changed my language.<br />Tauman:<br />- Let‘s search the room.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">They start moving things without touching them.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">They find Jonas.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- Oh my god. Help me!!!<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">All come to the room.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Tauman:<br />- Who are you? Where are you from?<br />Jonas:<br />- I’m from Kaunas.<br />Lisa:<br />- We are from Lithuania, stupid boy.<br />Aisha:<br />- Oh it seems we are from the past.<br />Alex:<br />- Yeah yeah seems from the past.<br />Mantau:<br />- Lithuania? Kaunas?<br />Tauman:<br />- Where is it?<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">She takes a map from her bag.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha:<br />- Look, this is our country.<br />Alex:<br />- And Kaunas is here. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Shows on the map)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Mantau:<br />- lt's the same! Litwa here.<br />Tauman:<br />- And the same town - Kownas here.<br />Lisa:<br />- Litwa, Kownas?<br />Aisha:<br />- Are you serious?<br />Alex and Jonas:<br />- Wow... Kaunas in the future.<br />Tauman:<br />- So how did you come here? It‘s 2294 year.<br />Alex:<br />- We don't know what happened. We were lost in the forest... </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(thinking)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Lisa:<br />- Who knows what happened?<br />Aisha:<br />- lt was a big bang and...<br />Jonas:<br />- We are here you see.<br />Mantau:<br />- Oh, what are your names?<br />Jonas: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Shaking hands)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />- Jonas, nice to meet you. My friend Aisha, Lisa and Alex.<br />Alex:<br />- And what are your names?<br />Tauman:<br />- My name is Tauman. And she is Mantau.<br />Lisa:<br />- Yeah, seems strange names.<br />Mantau:<br />- Would you like something to drink or to eat?<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Mantau brings some tubes and gives each.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Mantau:<br />- Help yourself.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Jonas takes a bottle from the table and tries to drink, but there is only flour inside.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">He spills it into the plate.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Jonas:<br />- OUU. What's that?<br />Aisha:<br />- l want to drink!<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Mantau and Tauman come to her.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Mantau:<br />- Calm down, we'll give you something else.<br />Lisa:<br />- But there's no real water.<br />Alex:<br />- lt seems they drink flour.<br />Tauman:<br />- Yes, it's our drink.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">They all start crying:</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />- We want home!<br />Lisa:<br />- We want to our school!<br />Alex:<br />- We want to find our families!<br />Jonas:<br />- Oh again those crying babies.<br />Aisha:<br />- Let's look at those instructions! We found something here.<br />Mantau:<br />- Oh I know.<br />Lisa:<br />- What do you know?<br />Tauman:<br />- That was our grand grandfather’s box. Once he travelled to the past. He promised to come back but he never did. Give me that instruction, I will try to read it.<br />Aisha:<br />- So it was his skeleton and puzzle in this forest...<br />Mantau:<br />- We‘ve never opened the box. lt was forbidden.<br />Alex:<br />- Why?<br />Tauman:<br />- lt's family secret.<br />Jonas:<br />- Give it to me. Give it, l'll try. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(takes it from her)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Lisa:<br />- Give it to me!!! Stupid boy...<br />Alex:<br />- Calm down! Let's study it carefully.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">All sit down around a paper.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Mantau:<br />- So it seems here is an instruction how to travel in time.<br />Tauman:<br />- Stand all together around the diamond join, your hands and say ,,Home sweet home“ 5 times.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">They do it all together.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aisha:<br />- lt doesn't work.<br />Mantau:<br />- Oops, sorry.<br />Tauman:<br />- Oh we need to put diamonds together first.<br />Jonas:<br />- But where is the second diamond.<br />Mantau:<br />- Here it is. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(she takes the necklace off her neck and there is smaller diamond on it)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(They lay both of diamonds together on the floor)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Music playing)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">And they all say magic words again.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />- Home sweet home, home sweet home, home sweet home...<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;">Scene 6</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">When they say those words fifth time, light turns out. lt's darkness again. They are in the forest again.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">The sun rises.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br />Aisha:<br />- We back home! </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Happily)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Lisa:<br />- At last.<br />Alex:<br />- Yeah yeah seems at home. And lost again...<br />Jonas:<br />- Thanks God the sun rises.<br />Aisha:<br />- Let's look around, I think we'll find the way now.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Suddenly two girls from their class come.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Gabija: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">(Shouting)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />- Where have you been?<br />Goda:<br />- We were looking for you all night long. And you‘re making jokes here.<br />Gabija:<br />- At last we found you.<br />Lisa:<br />- You won‘t believe us! We travelled to the future.<br />Goda:<br />- And so we don‘t. You must have been dreaming.<br />Alex:<br />- No no! It‘s true! We found the diamond teacher told us about.<br />Gabija:<br />- Ech, children stories...<br />Jonas:<br />- You‘re hopeless!..I think that everywhere is nice , but the place you live in is<br />always the best place for you.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">They all start hugging and singing happily the song.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">The lights turn slowly down.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>                                     <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;">The end</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Written by Kaunas Radvilenai secondary school   (Lithuania)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;">Goda Barilaite 7th form, Viktorija Kazlauskaite 7th form and Gintare Mickeviciute 6th form</span><div><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-5271205114666257937?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: THE HISTORY  PROJECT</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/03/20/THE_HISTORY__PROJECT</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 01:09:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<span style="font-weight: bold;">THE HISTORY  PROJECT</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">SCENE</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> 1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Once upon a future, our “future teens” are in anxiety because of their “History Project” about the life in Türkiye in the past.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Let’s watch and see how they will overcome the barriers of the research about the past. The adventurous days are waiting  for Ayşe ,Alexandras,Lisa and  Jonas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>     Normal   0                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4        /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Κανονικός πίνακας";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";}    <p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">AYŞE &amp; ALEXANDRAS are coming into the stage together. AYŞE is listening to her ipod and ALEXANDRAS is looking around to find their friends.</span></p>  <p><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><span style="font-style: italic;">They are sitting on the bank to wait. AYŞE is still listening to the music.</span></span></p> <br /><br /><br />LISA: Hi guys ! I’m here, Where are the others?<br />ALEXANDRAS: I’m here as you see, LISA<br />LISA: AYŞE, you and me. Where is JONAS?<br />JONAS: Project – History – Project! I am gonna be crazy. How can we do that?<br />AYŞE: We are in trouble, right?!! The Project should be a presentation about past.The culture of Türkiye in the past.<br />LISA: Ohh ! Where is Türkiye?<br />ALEXANDRAS: It is on the Asian region.Last year ,we flew there  for a summer holiday  by a spaceship with my parents.<br />AYŞE: I am thinking about my relatives in Türkiye. Maybe I can ask them to inform me  about their past but it takes time.I wish ,we had a time machine <span style="font-style: italic;">(dreaming about it)</span><br />LISA: Everything can be easier if there is... <span style="font-style: italic;">(dreaming about it)</span><br />JONAS: Yeah! You are kidding I know -but maybe someone of us would have a time machine.<br />LISA:  Who is this?<br />AYŞE: Tell us JONAS who? Who is this?<br />JONAS: Listen! My father has a time machine but he doesn’t let us even to touch it.<br />AYŞE &amp; ALEXANDRAS &amp; LISA: Really??? <span style="font-style: italic;">(shocked)</span><br />JONAS: Yeah!<br />ALEXANDRAS: How can we use it? Where is it now?<br />JONAS: If you promise to be silent ,we can go and take it from the saloon.The dream will  become true in my room tonight. I planned every detail, but I can’t say anything now. It is time to go to TURKIYE’s past tonight, OK?<br />AYŞE: OK! I’ll come to you with my new 2100 model scooter.<br />ALEXANDRAS: Ok!  At 12 o’clock.  See you later!<br />JONAS: Waiting for you tonight!!!<br />LISA: OK! Bye!<br />             <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">   2nd SCENE</span><br /><br />  <span style="font-style: italic;">( In Jonas’s house, all of them are looking at the time machine.They are calling it as a ‘’TIME SPEED’)</span><br />Ayşe:Where is your time machine?<br />Jonas: Sssssssshhh! My mother is sleeping! <span style="font-style: italic;">(showing the machine to his friends)</span><br />All :Oh my god !  What a strange thing it is!!!<br />JONAS:Sssssssshh! Who wanna try it firstly?<br />LISA:JONAS,it is your machine,not mine,of course you’ll try it.<br />JONAS:OK! OK! Calm down! I’ll try it.<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">(JONAS is pushing the button.As pushing it,they are going into the ‘’TIME SPEED’’. Adventurous journey  begins.)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">      (Falling into an old house in the past,somewhere in the past………)</span><br />JONAS:Where are we?<br />AYŞE:Oh my God !What date is it?<br />JONAS:I think,we are in 2009 .<br />  <span style="font-style: italic;">(They are all searching the house,trying to understand where they are and which years they are  exactly in.)</span><br />ALEXANDRAS: Yeah,we did it!!!<br />AYŞE:How can you understand it?<br />ALEXANDRAS:Look at this page! It says; we are in 2009.<br />LISA:Oh,nooo! What a strange house.I have never seen a house like that before!<br />JONAS:Heyy! Come here I’ve found something different.Look at the sky!<br />LISA:Ohhhh! What a dirty air it is!<br />AYŞE:Where are the trees?The green things?<br />JONAS:OK!This place is different from our world,our time.To understand better,let’s go around to search as groups.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">SCENE 3</span><br /><br /><br />JONAS: Hey guys! I am sure that nobody could believe in me but I saw lots of interesting things that I have never seen before..<br />AYŞE: Yes, I saw lots of rubbish and dirt even in the sea! These are the reasons for pollution.<br />LISA: And I saw lots of burglars, thieves. They steal from other people because they need money and they are poor and unemployed.<br />ALEXANDRAS: I think, so many problems there are!...<br />AYŞE: yeap, unfortunately.<br />ALEXANDRAS: But, we have only talked about bad things. On the other hand, there are interesting and amazing things, also.<br />LISA: For example, I saw lots of things that I like. One of them is marvellous, I saw the Bosphorus of İstanbul. I have seen that excellent view of İstanbul from the bridge.<br />AYŞE: These are most wonderful palaces which I’ve never seen before! The buildings in our time are not like that, we have only skyscrapers.<br />JONAS: Which  do you mean by ‘palaces’?<br />AYŞE: <span style="font-style: italic;">(Thinking)</span> What was the name of these palaces, hmmm, yeap! I remember! Dolmabahçe and Topkapı Palace!<br />ALEXANDRAS: Good! I went to Kapalıçarşı. That place has the memorials of Seljuk and Ottoman Empire. There are a lot of  nice things. If you saw, you couldn’t believe in your eyes.  Have you ever seen Turkish hand made rugs?<br />LISA: No, not yet, what do you wanna say? What is a rug?<br />ALEXANDRAS: I also saw them. I know that rug. People in Turkiye are sewing those rugs. It is a wool cloth that covers the floor, is a handmade. People use these rugs to prevent themselves from cold in those times.<br />JONAS: I wish I would learn how to sew the rugs in an effective way! On the other hand, on TV, there is an amazing news about Turkiye. I heard that İstanbul will be the capital city of the culture all around the world in 2010.<br />ALEXANDRAS: It is an important point about the history of Turkiye. We can add these ones to our project!<br />LISA: I agree with you, but is there anything to do something different?<br />ALEXANDRAS: Why?<br />LISA: I got bored! There was a rush hour on the road, I’m gonna crazy about the traffic in this country.<br />AYŞE: I couldn’t get it! Why did you say that?<br />LISA: It is crowded! Like a disaster!<br />ALEXANDRAS: Besides that, there is an unbelievable air pollution.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">SCENE 4</span><br /><br /><br />LISA:I think,we have learnt about the History project  so , these points will be the most useful points for our project.<br />AYŞE:And our teacher will like it, I am sure.Our project will be the best ! Not only we wrote about the history but also  we came here and we lived in the history.<br />JONAS:Yeah ! Of course.Because of our “TIME SPEED”!<br />ALEXANDRAS: That’s enough,boys and the girls.I got bored…<br />AYŞE: You are right. As soon as possible.Lets goto the future ! Come On !<br />JONAS: Okay, I am trying , I am trying , just a moment ,Oh my god !<br />LISA:Whats going on ! What is the problem?<br />JONAS: Oh my time speed ! Oh my car!<br />ALEXANDRAS: What ,what happened while you are in a time car?<br />JONAS: My “TIME SPEED” !<br />All:What happened to your time car?<br />JONAS:Oh I am so sorry but it isn’t working !<br /><br />                                                                                                                                                Written by the Turkish Comenius Team of <a href="http://www.bilgeata.k12.tr/">Özel Izmir Bilge Ata Okullari-Turkey</a><br /><br /><div><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-6416476537006940237?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: Tryin' to fly</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 20:48:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	Normal   0                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4        /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Κανονικός πίνακας"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";}    <p><span style=""><span>Tryin' to fly</span></span></p><p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Jonas, Alexandros, Aisha are all together in the living room of their new house, they are decorating it now)</span></span></p>  <p><span style=""> </span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Finally we have our own house, guys.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Yes, it might not be perfect but it’s good.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Just good?</span></p>  <p><span style="">With our decoration it can be a palace!</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Alexandros and Jonas are looking at her with doubt)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Well, almost!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Whatever, I still can’t believe it, can you? We forgot any limitation and we did what we wanted, it’s the first time I’ve done that.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Actually you were living the life that your parents wanted you to live, it’s time to do something for yourself, don’t you think so?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Well….</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Come on now, Jonas we’re talking about our future now, our life!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Yes, you’re right, guys, I have to change my thoughts.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: For example, look at me, I’m a young girl who just finished school and I’m already dreaming about things I want to do.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Thank God that your father wanted to offer you this help, Aisha, you know, I mean money.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Yes, my dad always wants to do the best for me, even now.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Even though he knows that his little princess wants to become an actress!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Yes, he was actually shocked by this, but… Anyway he’ll survive.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Whatever…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: I’ve heard that there is an audition for a music play, for the cinema. I’m surprised that Lisa wasn’t interested.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Who said that? She’s already there, and this moment we’re talking now, who knows? Maybe a great career is beginning for her!</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Everybody is laughing and suddenly they hear a sound of fighting and voices)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Or, maybe not!</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Lisa is coming and she is holding her shoe in her hand, trying to put it on. She’s angry.)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Wow! Have you been fighting with cats?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Or, tigers!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Well I was ready to get into the house when a stupid thief tried to steal my bag, can you imagine? Well I guess he’ll never do this again!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Poor thief!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Anyway, I can see you’re ok.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Definitely, you should have been there and watch me.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: And, what happened with the audition?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Let me guess, you were not good enough for them, were you?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Guess again. The role was for a sixty year old lady, don’t look at me like that. I was wrong, ok?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Don’t worry, Lisa, you will have another chance.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Yes, I hope so.<span style="">               </span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: It’s ok, we all want to succeed.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: We have almost the same dreams.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Don’t let the others disappoint you. Look, it’s difficult for all of us. I had to get a job at a café to persuade my parents what do.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Well, even I worked at two jobs it wouldn’t be enough for my parents, they wanted me to become a doctor, do all they couldn’t do and provide my kids with everything they couldn’t offer me.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: That’s not true, you never had big problems with money.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: I know, but I can also imagine what my parent think!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Oh, no! I forgot my camera.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: What why?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: I promised my little brother that I would show him my new house.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: I wasn’t allowed to leave home, you know, my parent are a little bit different.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Different! What are you talking about? It can’t be that bad!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: My Dad lives alone, spending his all day writing stories from his past, and as if that was not bad enough, my Mom, decided that she wanted to travel all over the world.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: I always used to say that my parents are strange, now, I can see that there are worse one!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Really? I thought that your mother didn’t speak any languages, Lisa!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: She doesn’t, I have no idea how does she survives!</span></p>    <p><span style="">(Laughing)</span></p><p><span style="">Jonas: </span><span style="">Seriously, what are we going to do now? I mean with our life, what are we going to do for our future?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: We will follow our dreams, each one will work hard to do what he wants.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: How do we know if we did the right thing? We are just four teenagers, we left home to get a house together, as we had been planning for many years but, was it the right choice?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: We don’t know, Jonas, we just hope for the best.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Oh, don’t make me cry now, come on guys, this is ridiculous! Who can make our future better than us?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: You’ve right Alexandros, we have to trust ourselves.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Good, can we do something now, I’m so bored.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Yes, but, what? The house is not ready yet, we don’t have many choices.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: But we have a TV. Who is with me?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa-Alexandros: We are…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: What about you Jonas?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Well, I don’t have another choice. Let’s do it.</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(They turn on TV and they are sitting on a sofa)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Not this movie, I’ve seen it seven times and I always cry at the end.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Neither this one. I hate TV shows.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Shh… Listen what they are saying.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: What is it?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: It’s a talent show. You send them your show from your camera, and if it’s good they may give you a programme on TV.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Hey… I’ve got an idea.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Don’t tell me.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Why don’t we make our own show!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Exactly, this is what I was afraid of!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: No! Look, we have the stars<span style="">   </span>(she shows herself and Aisha!) the technology ( <span style="font-style: italic;">she shows Jonas</span>) and the manager (<span style="font-style: italic;">she shows Alexandros</span>) Who can compete us?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: No, it’s impossible, how could we…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: (<span style="font-style: italic;">is interested</span>) keep talking.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: We were looking for a chance, well here it is.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: It’s not a chance, we can’t do this, you always think than everything is that easy, well, it’s not!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Come on Jonas, forget all this and be more, open-minded.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas:</span><span style=""> Ok, then! And what are you going to do with your show?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: I don’t know yet, but I’ll find something, as I always do.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: You think that you’re the center of the world, but you’re just a girl.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Listen……</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Hey, guys, are we going to fight now?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Alexandros is right, whatever we do, we should be together, or we’re already lost.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: But, listen to what he is saying he doesn’t want me to succeed.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: It’s not true, I’m just asking you to be more down to earth.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: No…..I don’t want to be like you, I don’t want to be….</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: A loser? That’s what I’m for you?! Well, threes no reason for me being here anymore.(<span style="font-style: italic;">He is leaving</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Jonas, where are you going? Lisa!!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: What? I didn’t do anything bad.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: He shouldn’t be that sensitive! I mean, he is not a little boy anymore, he needs to be more mature.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: I guess he’ll be soon.</span><b><span style=""></span></b></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: What are you, two talking about? He’s our best friend, we can’t leave him!!! He will be alone, he will get crazy!!! We should find him and you, Lisa, have to say sorry!!!! To him.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Jonas knows I didn’t mean that .Don’t worry, he will come back sooner or later, and by the way, why don’t we stop talking about him? We were talking about the show, remember?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Yes, I’m sure he won’t go for away!!! Let’s plan about this.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: But, do we have even one possibility to win? There will be thousands of talented people there!!!!!!!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: More talented than me? I don’t think so!!!!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Seriously!!! What kind of show are we going to make?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Something about music!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: I prefer dancing.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: I would say a show for kids!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Perfect, each one wants something different!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: So, it would be better if each of us makes what he likes and then we will decide which one is the best</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha:</span><span style=""> Ok, your idea, so you can start first.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Ok, then! Lights on, music!</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="">   </span><span style="font-style: italic;">[He is dancing “sound of the song: You can’t touch this “CRAZY FROG (this one)]</span></span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="">      </span><span style="font-style: italic;">(For about a second)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Well, I don’t think it’s exactly what we need, next one please.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: You are the next one!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Me, why always me?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: I’m keeping the best for the end!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Ok then! DJ, <span style=""> </span>music please. </span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="">                  </span><span style="font-style: italic;">(Sound: the song “Last Xmas”)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: <span style="font-style: italic;">(After 2 seconds)</span> Wrong song, I said wrong!</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="">           </span><span style="font-style: italic;">[Sound: the song I “II survive (ABBA)] </span></span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="">           </span><span style="font-style: italic;">(She doesn’t sing herself, we hear the song from the singer)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: (<span style="font-style: italic;">After 2 seconds</span>) Oh, no, why are you doing this to us?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Ok, listen to me, I thing I’ve got the best idea.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Hello, guys, it’s a TV show! Who would watch a show for children?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Come on Lisa, let’s listen to her!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Can I start?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Go on!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Right. Dear, children, now, I’m going to tell you the story of Cinderella. Once up on a time there was a little girl with a red dress. She wanted to go to a party but her mother told her to be back before it gets 12 o‘clock or the bad wolf would eat her. But in the party she met a prince and she forgot what…..</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Jonas was right! We will never win.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: No, we will not prove we are wrong. I can do it on my own. You were never able to understand me, I’m bored of you, guys. (<span style="font-style: italic;">She’s leaving</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Perfect! Now Lisa is gone too.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Alex, I want to tell you something, now we are alone?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Is it something serious? Or, it’s something personal you know!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: No it is not what you imagine just, Lisa has been a little bit strange for the last two weeks.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Since we decided to live here in this house?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha:</span><span style=""> Yes, Alex, she is really different, she doesn’t care about anything else but herself.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: What makes you say that? I mean, Lisa always had a different way to dream about the future, but, she’s not bad.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: No, not bad, but if you could see her with my eyes, you would understand.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Understand what?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Well, in the morning I heard her speaking with Jonas.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: It’s not something unusual.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Listen! I thing Jonas is in love with Lisa, and he tried to tell her about it.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: You mean… No! It can’t be possible, he is my best friend, he would say this to me if it was true.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Alex, you know Jonas, he’s shy.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: But he never said something about a girl. Imagine, Lisa?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: He just couldn’t control his feelings.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: But…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Hey, will you let me tell you what I’ve heard?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Yes, tell me.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: I was in my bedroom, so I couldn’t hear well.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: I’m sure you’re wrong!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: But I was near enough to hear Jonas saying Lisa makes him see life different and imagine the future.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: And what did Lisa say?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: She said that he was lying, Jonas, was angry.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: So, that’s why he had a fight with her.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Exactly, but you haven’t heard the best!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: About Lisa?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Yes, I know why she forgot about Jonas, she has got a boyfriend, and guess what, he is an actor.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: You mean, Lisa, is going to become an actress because of her new boyfriend.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: That’s it. She will become famous, and she will do what her parents told her not to do.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Do you think that she does everything to be independent.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: I’m sure about this.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros:</span><span style=""> And what can we do about it?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: We can call Jonas to ask him, and then we can call Lisa to find out what’s going on between them.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Ok, but first we have to go to the theatre. We have lessons.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Yes, I almost forgot all about that. Let’s go (<span style="font-style: italic;">they are leaving</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Sound: the song: stepping stone-Duffy when she is speaking alone</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Lisa is coming in the room holding books, she is sitting on the sofa</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: (<span style="font-style: italic;">she is writing something in the book</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">Perfect, I had a fight with my best friends, I came back and now everybody is gone. And all I wanted was to follow my fortune, I’m not like all the others, I feel it, I’m different, I’m born to succeed. Am I asking for too much? Now, everybody is angry with me, maybe they are kind of right, but I’m asking from my friends to help me, to trust me. I’m sure I’m just asking for a chance. </span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">The lights on her</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Jonas is getting in the room, but he is sitting on a chair almost in front of the sofa and he doesn’t see Lisa. They’ve supposed to be in different rooms</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">The lights on him</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Sound: song: They Unforgiven 2…Metallica</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: I’m here, I’m still alone, my best friends are angry with me, I’ve argued with Lisa. But, they have never asked what I wanted to do, I always do what the other people want me to do,<span style="">  </span>I always forget my feelings to make them happy, I’m just asking for a chance, a chance to show everyone who I am and what I deserve.</span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Lisa and Jonas are leaving the stage at the same time</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Alexandros is coming)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: I had a feeling that nobody would be here. I just hopes that Jonas or Lisa would be back, but, they’re not. I wonder where are they? Maybe they’re back with their families. That must be! Where else could they have gone?</span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Aisha is coming</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: yes, unfortunately. I’m worried about Lisa and Jonas.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha:</span><span style=""> Alex, you are too sensitive today, what has happened to you?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: No I’m not, I just…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Hey, you should be happy now, you did something very good.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Yes, I didn’t expect to be accepted at the theatre team of this year. Really.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Neither did I.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: But I really want it!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Who wouldn’t? It’s great chance.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: You’re not jealous! Are you?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: No, of course not! I’m happy for you, I wish, ok, I am jealous, I can’t stop thinking about this! I’ve been planning about this job for months and you were just there!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: You mean, I didn’t try at all!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: No, not as much as I did.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Well, maybe you should start thinking about something, called natural talent!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: What are you talking about? You didn’t even want to become an actor, as I do!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: People change Aisha! We both tried, I won, why is this so bad for you?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: No, Alex it’s not this, it’s just, everything in my life is getting bad, and I’m starting losing my faith in me.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Don’t ever say that again. If you have a problem with my new job, I can forget it, I would really do, if I knew you would feel better.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Thanks Alex. You’re so kind</span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">hugging him or holding his hands</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: We’re best friends, right?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Right!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: (<span style="font-style: italic;">Looking at his watch</span>) Look at the time. I’ve rehearsals. See you.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Good luck!</span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">She is sitting on the sofa, reading a book, after two minutes Lisa is coming</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Oh, you’re here, hi!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Hi!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Wow! What happened? Did I do something bad for you?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: For me, no!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Then why…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: How could you do this to Jonas?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa:</span><span style=""> Do what!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Stop this, ok? I know what you’ve done.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Aisha, I don’t know what are <span style=""> </span>you talking about.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: I’m sure you don’t know! I’m talking about this morning.
<br />Lisa: Oh, you mean…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Yes, I mean everything you said to Jonas.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: But I didn’t say something bad, I just told him that he would always be always a good friend for me.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Friend! All these things happened in the same house where we all live and you left us just about TV shows?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Aisha, what happened to you? Why you are speaking to me like this?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: I thought we were friends, and you keep so many secrets room me.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: You mean Jonas?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: I mean, your new boyfriend, the actor, I know about this!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Where did you hear that?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: It doesn’t matter, the point is that you didn’t tell me anything.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: I was afraid, ok? You would say I do this just because I want to be an actress, you would say everything you’re saying now!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: So, you really like him, right? That’s why do I have to apologize about everything I do in my life?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: It’s not this, I’m just bored of you Lisa, you forget your friends, you fight with Jonas, you want to be famous and rich and you have some other friends, you see, we’re not enough for you!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Stop it. At least I didn’t hurt anyone?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Ok then. We shouldn’t be friends anymore.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: That’s what I would say, my new friends remind me every day how special I am, but you always used to bring me down.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Do whatever you want, but do it somewhere else.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: That’s what I’m going to do.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: But you should know, if someday your new friends disappear, we will be here for you.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Don’t be so good to me, I know you envy me and you always hated me.</span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">She’s leaving</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Oh my God! I wish everything was different. If only we could be happy all together.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Don’t worry Aisha, everything is going to be ok.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha:<span style="">  </span>My mother knows that the guys have left. She told me that I’m stupid I’m staying.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: What are you saying? Are you afraid of the future?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: No, I’m just trying to be smart.</span></p>    <p><span style="">Alexandros: We said we could try to succeed whatever we do, whatever would happen.Don’t you forget that!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: No, but, can’t you see? Lisa and Jonas are gone.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Nobody knows what they are doing now? Where are they?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Oh, I know about Lisa. She was here flue minutes ago.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: You mean, <span style=""> </span>you spoke to her?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Well actually we had a fight again.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: This is our fault! We are doing exactly what we shouldn’t do.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: It wasn’t me fault, she was lying, she made me get angry.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Sometimes you should go a step back.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: She didn’t deny anything, when I told her I had everything.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: How could she?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Sometimes it’s impossible to forget something bad.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: What is happening to us? </span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Alex, we’re talking about our best friend.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: If you work hard realize that it’s not that difficulty to find new friends, new choices, a big chance! You just need faith.<span style="">  </span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: I miss our past. We were all together and we were so happy about it.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Will we ever stop talking about the same things!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Don’t be angry.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: I’m not.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: I’ll forget Lisa.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: It’s just…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha:</span><span style=""> Don’t worry, after this I don’t think she will come here again!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: I can’t see the time winning this competition.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Well, it’s not just a competition it’s a life style.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Whatever. I have missed Lisa and Jonas.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Yes, me too, but it was their choice to leave.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: My father called me and he asked about you, and the guys.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: What did he ask?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: How we are, if I have money, you know parents, there like this.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Yes, I know every parent except mine.
<br />Alexandros: I lied to him.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: What do you mean? Why?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: I couldn’t tell him the truth, he would never trust me again when I want to do something on my own.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Wake up Alex, you’re not a child anymore, you don’t need to ask your parents.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: It’s me Aisha, we both know we would never do this without parents! Help.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Sometimes, I just can’t believe I’m right!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: I guess why!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Look, they’re going to announce the winner.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros : The winner, oh my God, look at this boy!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: It’s Jonas!!??!!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: No, it can’t be Jonas, he hates TV shows.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: It’s him, listen, he says that he’s sorry because he left his friends, he is talking about us!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Yes, I suppose he missed us too!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: I’m sure he did, but we can’t find him now, he would say we just CAE about his new job.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Jonas, I would never have believed, if I hadn’t seen it.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Now, I know!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: You know, what?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: That even we should have some dreams we shouldn’t forget that we are still young, and everything is possible for us now.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Sometimes it’s too late when we realize the right thing.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: But not always!!!</span></p>  <p><span style=""> </span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Seven years later</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style=""> </span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Aisha, Alexandros, and Lisa are staying in the same living room, celebrating for their success</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Who would ever imagine!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Yes, after all, I found you again guys!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Can you realize it? We have become stars and everything is different now.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Well, I knew it <span style="font-style: italic;">(laughing)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Really!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Thank God, everything is finally perfect. And you, Aisha, I can’t believe you are a teacher at a nursery school.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Well, I suppose the stage is not for me. And you are a fashion designer!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Yes, I always loved fashion. And what about you, <span style=""> </span>Alex? You’re traveled all over the world with your new job.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: A pilot right? It must be amazing!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Yes it is!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: I wish Jonas was here to celebrate with us!</span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Somebody is knocking on the door</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: I’m going.</span></p>  <p><span style="">(<span style="font-style: italic;">She opens the door</span>)</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: I hope I’m not late for the party.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Jonas, it’s never late for you, big star!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Where have you been all these years?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Well…</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Speaking but we can’t hear him, we hear: sound: song)</span></span></p><p>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: The Wish</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/02/13/The_Wish</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 08:21:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	Normal   0                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4     st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }       /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Κανονικός πίνακας"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";}    <p><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Wish!</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">
<br /></span></p>  <p><span style="">Persons: Alexandros, Aisha, Jonas, Lisa</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Narrator:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">This story begins in </span></span><span style="">Greece</span><span style="font-style: italic;">. Our star, Alexandros is 16 years old. Aisha is 16 too and she is Alexandros’ girlfriend. They met while Alexandros was on a vacation trip in </span><span style="">Turkey</span><span style="font-style: italic;">. Aisha now lives in </span><span style="">Greece</span><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;"> with her family. It is June, holidays are approaching day after day and the two kids are sitting at a park near their neighbourhood enjoying the first days of summer. Suddenly they see a shooting star and make a wish. Alexandros not knowing what to wish for he wished he had the chance to see himself into the future! Then, without a warning a strobilus draws away the two teenagers and they found them selves lying at an apartment…</span></span></p><p>
<br /><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></p>  <p><span style=""> </span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Aisha? Aisha?<span style="">  </span>Are you ok? <span style="font-style: italic;">(Panicked)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: err…I guess… What has happened? What is this place? How… where the hell are we?</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Alexandros goes near her and helps her stand up)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: I am ok! OK!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: How did we get here? The last thing I remember is us sitting at the park when we saw that star falling! Hey! Now wait a second!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: What is it?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: You remember that star, right?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Yeah…go on…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: You told me to make a wish…and… no, no… this is going to sound crazy…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Crazier than the fact that we are some kind of transported here without even knowing how? I don’t think so! So speak up!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Yeah… I sort of make a wish to see myself in the future…But I didn’t really mean it …I just didn’t know what else to wish for!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Couldn’t you wish for a good grade in history? We are taking our exams in two days! That’s what I wished for!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Riiight!<span style="">  </span>This was the ideal wish for me! (Sarcastic)</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Anyway…well? Where is your future self? I can’t see anyone else in this hideous apartment!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Hey! Now that you mentioned it! This apartment reminds me of something!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: And what is it?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros:<span style="">  </span>Oh! I know! This looks exactly like my uncle Mark’s apartment! Only the furniture is different!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Do you at least know where this apartment is?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros:<span style="">  </span>Of course!<span style="">  </span>I was living<span style="">  </span>there when I was 7 or something…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha:<span style="">  </span>So? Where is it?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: </span><span style="">USA</span><span style="">, </span><span style="">New York</span><span style=""></span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros and Aisha: </span><span style="">NEW YORK</span><span style="">?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: You’re joking! Right?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: I wish I were..!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Ok…so…we’re in </span><span style="">New York</span><span style="">! Any idea about which year it is?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: I didn’t wish for a particular year…just future!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: There must be a calendar around here!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Oh! Here we go! There are some documents on that table! <span style="font-style: italic;">(Goes and picks them up)</span><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span> </span>Yeah! There’s a date on it! <span style="font-style: italic;">(Looks stunned)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: There’s nothing else to surprise me most! What is it? 2020?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros:<span style="">  </span>Worse…2028!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Ok…so you must be 36 years old now!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Oh! No! I really don’t wanna see how I look in my 36!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Well, you know what they say! Be careful of what you wish for!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Aisha? Can I make a question?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: yeah?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: What if I am an old guy with no hair and I work as… in a bank? Would you still wanna be with me?</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Aisha’s phone rings)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: err…Hold that thought! Don’t forget it! Would you?</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Answers the phone)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Yes? Mom? I am fine yes…where am I? <span style="font-style: italic;">(Looks at Alexandros)</span> you know…hanging out with Alex…yes, mom! With Alex! Would I be late? I don’t think so…I am losing you! Can’t hear you well! Bye! Kisses!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Poor mom! She must be really worried!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Yeah! Don’t you think we should be worried about us first? At least she is at her home in 2009 and not in 2030!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: 2028!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Oh! Right! Thanks for the correction darling! <span style="font-style: italic;">(Sarcastic)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Don’t you hear something?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros:<span style="">  </span>Someone’s coming!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Well? What shall we do now?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: I don’t know…let’s just wait!</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(One woman enters the stage)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Aaaaaa! <span style="font-style: italic;">(Screams)</span> Jonas? Jonas? Two kids are in our apartment!</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Jonas enters the stage)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: What is it Lisa?</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Jonas sees Alexandros and Aisha and he looks stunned)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: This…this…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Are you ok, Jonas? Do you know them?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: This can’t just happen!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: What’s the matter?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: This is me!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Excuse me? Honey are you ok? Do you need a glass of water?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: No…it’s ok…I’ll explain everything later!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: If there is anything to explain..!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Oh my god! Is this Aisha? Gosh! Long time no see! <span style="font-style: italic;">(tries to hug her)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Get off me you freak!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Don’t you touch her!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Calm down! I am you! You are me! What can I do to prove it to you?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Tell me something that nobody else knows!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Well…that’s easy! Remember at your cousin’s wedding when you were really young and you…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Ok! You can stop there! </span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Hey! That’s not fair! I wanna hear what you did! Tell me!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Actually, this would embarrass me too because we are talking about the same person! So I’d rather stop there!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: You have never talked to me about that either!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: That’s not fair at all! Anyway…sorry for calling you a freak before…I had no idea you were Alexandros!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: So this is me! I am ok…except from the clothes…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Now that you mentioned it! This is my future boyfriend! You asked me before if I would still wanna be with you! So…yeah! I would!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Hey! You waited to see me first and then you answered!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: err…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Future boyfriend? Jonas? What is she talking about? What is everybody talking about?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Who is she really?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Why does she call you Jonas?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Ook! These are too many questions! I’ll explain! Lisa…I know this sounds crazy but this is me in my 16! And Alex… your life has changed a lot since you were 16!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Good changes?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Sort of…when you grew up, you became a successful businessman!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Me? A businessman?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Yes! And in fact the biggest!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Good times..!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: What happened?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Well some people tried to take your money and they turned the Greek police against you…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Sounds like a movie so far!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: I like it! Go on!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Well at the same time Uncle Mark died and left you this apartment…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Uncle Mark died? Oh, man!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Don’t worry Alex...he is still alive in our reality!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Yeah…after this event you started calling him more often and you’ve also visited him many times!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros:<span style="">  </span>So…that’s why he left me this apartment…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Most probably! But where was I? Oh! Yes! You were forced to leave </span><span style="">Greece</span><span style=""> and change your life! You stayed here with your new name -Jonas- and enough money to live all your life!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: All this sounds great! But who is she???</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Yeah…right…I forgot..! Jonas, Aisha this is my fiancée Lisa!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Your WHAT? <span style="font-style: italic;">(Looks at Alexandros) </span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Don’t look at me! He is engaged to her!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: It’s the same thing actually!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Well, it seems that you wouldn’t like to be with me in the future! (Scowls)</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: What? Oh come on now! She’s not even my type!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Not you’re type?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Lisa, I was different in my 16!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: I can always change the future right? Just because I saw it now it doesn’t mean that this is how it is going to be!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Yeah! Who knows! Maybe in a different future I can manage to be your girlfriend!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Dream on girl! I am the one wearing the ring now!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Alex I’ll hit her! Hold me!!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Come on girls! Calm down! Let’s change the subject…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alex: Wait…how exactly did we break up?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: I don’t know! But I am glad you did!</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Aisha rolls her eyes)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Well…I remember that exactly after you returned in 2009…you broke up!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: But why?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Isn’t it obvious? I must be with Jonas eventually!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Whatever!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: I think you just accepted this future! Aisha suggested you break up and you agreed!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Sounds weird!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Not to me! Now if you excuse me I’ve got to use the restroom.</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Take your time!</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Lisa leaves the stage)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: So! Tell me! In which part of my life are you now?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Our life you mean!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Oh yeah right! So?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: It is June right now…exams period! I’m taking my history exam in two days! By the way, do you remember the subjects? I have only read…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: You have only read Civil War 2! I know! Of course it is not in! You haven’t studied 200 pages at least!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Damn it!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: I know! I remember I wanted to finish this game in play station! I couldn’t read anything!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Tell me about it! Do I ever get to finish this game?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: You’ll get bored of it after a bit!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Too bad! I liked this game too!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: What about my exams? I’ll pass…right?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Don’t worry! You will! And with a really good grade actually!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Cool!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: What about me? Do you remember anything?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: We weren’t together then but I remember you had the best grade in the whole class!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: No way! Really?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Yes! And well done to you! We weren’t talking then because of the break up so I never had the chance to say bravo!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Wow! Thanks!</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Lisa comes into the room)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Still here? Would you like something to drink? I am so rude!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: No! We’re fine! Thanks anyway!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: How can we leave really?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: It is easy! The only thing to do is close your eyes and wish to get back in 2009!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: Finally! It was about time!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Wow! This is the first time we agree!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Lisa: And the last I suppose!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Jonas: Yeah…any last words?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Just one thing! Dude… you really should change your clothes!</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Jonas looks at himself strangely)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Honestly!!!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Anyway! See you in the future myself! You too Lisa I guess!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Or not!</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(Aisha and Alexandros stand in the middle of the stage and they close their eyes. The lights are off and in the next scene the two kids are in Alexandros’ room, they lie on the floor.)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Home sweet home!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Well! That was fun!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Haha! Yeah!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: It is still early! What about going to cinema? There is a really cool movie on!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: …Wait… <span style="font-style: italic;">(Confused)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: What’s wrong?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: According to Jonas you are supposed to break up with me now…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Yeah… I know! But I don’t want to! Do you?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alex: No! Of course not! But what made you change your mind?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: You know, I thought that we might be able to change the future …just because he said we'd broke up…it doesn’t mean we absolutely have to!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Your know what? You’re right! I am not gonna let this crazy event change my life!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: That’s right! </span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Aisha?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Yeah?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Thanks…</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: Come on! I couldn’t let you make up with Lisa! In case you haven’t noticed I didn’t really like her!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Yeah! Haha! I noticed!</span></p>  <p><span style="">Aisha: So cinema?</span></p>  <p><span style="">Alexandros: Cinema it is!</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">(They both leave the stage holding hands)</span></span></p>  <p><span style="">Narrator: Alex and Aisha stayed together and actually got married! Alex managed to finish his game in play station with a bit of help from Aisha!
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<br /><span style=""></span></p>  <p><span style="">(After their graduation, Aisha studied drama where she became a famous actress and Alexandros studied direction where he wrote and directed all of Aisha’s movies! Alexandros, as an artist is best known with the nickname Jonas! Uncle Mark did leave him his apartment and this is where they decided to live!</span></p>  <p><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;">Finally, this story shows us that no matter who we are or where we live, we can always define our future with our own decisions!)</span></span></p><p>
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<br /></span></span></p><p>Written by Natalia Zikou of the A1 class of <a href="http://8lyk-ioann.ioa.sch.gr/">the 8th General Lyceum of Ioannina</a>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: Has anybody seen Europe?</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/02/03/Has_anybody_seen_Europe_</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 20:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<span style="font-weight: bold;">“Has anybody seen Europe?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A scene filled with rubbish… The region of “city’s leftovers” an area where all leftovers of the world are gathered… Ragmen work there so as to make ends meet… So do the heroes of the play… Let’s see, then, what they want to present us without knowing many things about them and the plot of the play…</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(At the “city’s leftovers”, Elizabeth and Aishe...</span>)<br />Aishe -Too much rubbish today, huh?<br />Liza – Yes, indeed<br />Aishe – I would like to know where they find so many things and throw them!<br />Liza – Aaah, what do you think? All those people are like us, who from the dawn until the      evening we go from a rubbish bin to another!...<br />Aishe – Yes, but… Do all people have so much money for all these things and especially nowadays when there are wars?<br />Liza – Why? When did the wars stop? There have always been wars every time for different reasons. For oil, water…<br />Aishe – And you, how do you know about the past?<br />Liza – Aah, Aishe, my dear, when I was little, I used to go to school for a short time however, when my mother was living……. (A little pause) And so I learnt some things.<br />Aishe – How lucky you are!<br />(She sits down on a rock)<br />Liza – Why do you say that?<br />Aishe – You knew your mother and you went to school, but I…<br />Liza – But you… What?<br />Aishe – I never knew my parents. They didn’t love me, didn’t want me… For that reason, they gave me to a miserable orphanage.<br />Liza – <span style="font-style: italic;">(Stunned)</span> You have never told us that you lived in an orphanage.<br />Aishe – I know, but, I didn’t want to tell you anything about it<br />Liza – Why?<br />Aishe – Because I…<br />Liza – Because you… what?<br />Aishe – Because… all the people there shouted at us, beat us and in general… There were wars, both outside and inside, too. For that, I… ran away from there… hoping that I will find a better life.<br />Liza – <span style="font-style: italic;">(Shaking her head unable to believe all this)</span> Aaaah, this world, today…! Wars come and go! Men, women children babies are killed every day…Aaah, this world doesn’t think of us… even… <span style="font-style: italic;">(Turning to the audience)</span> even these children who survive, even those who escape from their country in order to find a better life here…here for God’s mercy… at the “City’s leftovers”, here where all countries empty leftovers. (A little pause)<br />Liza – Aaah, poor and foolish world!<br />Aishe – <span style="font-style: italic;">(She looks at Elizabeth and she doesn’t speak)</span><br />Liza – <span style="font-style: italic;">(She turns to Aishe)</span> so, are you sad because you didn’t go to school?<br />Aishe – Yes<br />Liza – Don’t worry, I know that school is very important but…. For ages it hasn’t offered the right education. Even when I used to go to school. For that reason, don’t’ worry. Do you know what you should learn nowadays?<br />Aishe – No. What?<br />Liza – The sense of your life. This is the most important thing which you should learn. To learn about life and its traps. To think “why did it happen?” and to wonder if life wanted it. This is the most significant thing… but nobody has managed to learn it.<br />Aishe – What about you?<br />Liza – A few years ago I thought that I had learnt the sense of my life but now…. I think I was wrong.<br />Aishe – I don’t understand you.<br />Liza – It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry…are you any better now?<br />Aishe – Yes<br />Liza – Ok. Then, stand up, let’s get on with our work. Let’s go! <span style="font-style: italic;">(Aishe stands up and they continue to work)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(After a short time)</span><br />Jonas – Good morning! How are you?<br />Aishe – Fine.<br />Liza - Fine and you? Why are you late today? Did you work overtime at the “lying in bed” industry?<br />Jonas – Ha ha ha…Every day with your jokes! You like teasing me all the time, don’t you?<br />Liza – That’s it!<br />Aishe – Why do you look so worried?<br />Jonas – Because, I want to tell you something important…<br />Liza and Aishe – What? What is happening?<br />Jonas – Don’t worry, girls, it isn’t serious.<br />Liza – Then tell us, what is wrong?<br />Jonas – Tonight, I had a peculiar dream, a very peculiar dream.<br />Aishe – What?<br />Jonas – It was a voice which was telling me continually that today will be a special day not only for me but also for you…<br />Aishe – Why?<br />Jonas – Because, we will find something important and of big value…<br />Aishe – And what is that which we will find?<br />Jonas – I don’t know but,… it may be a treasure.<br />Aishe – Ha ha ha…<br />Jonas – Why are you laughing?                 <br />Aishe – And do you believe in dreams?<br />Jonas – Why not?<br />Aishe – It’s easy. Look around you. Do you believe that you could ever find a treasure? Here?<br />Jonas – You never know!<br />Aishe – <span style="font-style: italic;">(She continues to laugh and she goes away from the scene)</span><br />Jonas – And you? Do you believe in dreams?<br />Liza – Of course I do. For me, dreams are always a warning about something.<br />Jonas – And if this is impossible to happen? Even  then?<br />Liza –  Even then. All dreams are impossible to happen until the moment that they come true. You must have faith!<br />Jonas – Thank you<br />Liza – Why?<br />Jonas – Thank you. (He goes away from the scene; however Liza continues to look inside the pile of the rubbish… Some time later, she finds a baby’s torso and she starts to cry)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(She kneels keeping the baby’s torso in her hands, and she starts to sing……)</span><br />Liza – …………….<span style="font-style: italic;">( She is singing an old  Greek song)</span><br />(A man enters the scene but Liza doesn’t understand him and she continues to sing…… The man doesn’t annoy her)<br />Liza –  …………….<span style="font-style: italic;">( She continues singing)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(The man approaches her and he kneels next to her… Having stopped the song, she turns to him frightened)</span><br />Man – How is it that a rag woman has such a great voice?<br />Liza – It’s because I want to express my pain through singing.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Pause)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Liza turns to him, and looks at him straight into his eyes)</span><br />Liza – How is it that so well – dressed a man wanders here? In a rubbish place?<br />Man – It’s because he has to survive, forgetting to change the clothes of the previous job.<br />Liza – And why do you look for a way to survive here?<br />Man – Because here is the only place where a fired man could be helped so as to live.<br />Liza – You, such a charming young man, you got fired?<br />Man – Charm isn’t a qualification which you must have in order to remain in a job.<br />Liza - …. You’re right.<br />Man – Can I ask you something?<br />Liza – Yes, what?<br />Man – Does your pain have to do with this baby’s torso?<br />Liza – <span style="font-style: italic;">(Feeling embarrassed, she stands up and doesn’t answer trying to keep her tears)</span><br />Man – Sorry I didn’t want to embarrass you…<br />Liza – No, no… don’t worry… I’m ok… yes, my pain is related to this baby’s torso….<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(A little pause)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(She caresses the baby’s torso and turns to the audience)</span><br />Liza - … My son was about the same age when he died, when he passed away in my hands…… (She starts to cry and the man takes her in his arms)<br />Man – It’ ok… It’s ok…..<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Pause)</span><br />Liza – <span style="font-style: italic;">(She stop crying in the man’s arms)</span><br />Man – Are you ok?<br />Liza – Yes, but… let’s stop talking about it<br />Man – ok, ok… Tell me that please! What’s your name?<br />Liza – Elizabeth<br />Man – <span style="font-style: italic;">(He wipes her tears which had remained on her face…)</span><br />You have a pretty name!<br />Liza – Thank you. And yours? It will be so charming as you.<br />Man – My name is Alexandros….<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Jonas returns to the scene)</span><br />Jonas – Liza, Liza… <span style="font-style: italic;">(When he sees her with an unknown man, he is jealous… he stays still and he looks at them… he is ready to kill at Alexandros with this gaze…)</span><br />Liza – You, come here to introduce you to a friend who will be member of “City’s Leftovers”.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Jonas approaches)</span><br />Alexandros – My name is Alexandros, but you can call me Alex… Nice to meet you! <span style="font-style: italic;">(Alexandros gives him his hand)</span><br />Jonas – (Jonas gives his hand, too) Hi!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Aishe enters the scene)</span><br />Aishe – What is going on here? Do you have a meeting without me? <span style="font-style: italic;">(When she approaches and sees Alexandros…)</span> Who are you?<br />Liza - This is Alex. He is a new member of “<span style="font-style: italic;">City’s Leftovers</span>”.<br />Aishe – Nice to meet you, my name is Aishe.<br />Alexandros – Nice to meet you, too, Aishe.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Jonas glares at Alexandros who hasn’t taken his eyes from Liza)</span><br />Aishe – And where are you from? And you are so well – dressed…<br />Alexandros – I used to work for a big company, but… I had too many qualifications for them and they fired me… and now I am here…<br />Jonas – Ok, let’s stop it now and begin the work…<br />Liza – You are right. Let’s go!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(She didn’t have time to complete her phrase and…)</span><br />Aishe – Aaaah……<br />Alexandros – Liza be careful!...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(A terrifying earthquake breaks out…)(The four heroes are in the rubbish)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Alexandros stands up and….)</span><br />Alexandros – Liza, Liza <span style="font-style: italic;">(He approaches her and he helps her to stand up...)</span> Are you ok?<br />Liza – Yes, Yes…. I’m ok, thank you. Aishe, Jonas… Where are you?<br />Aishe – Here, here…<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Liza helps Aishe to stand up and Alexandros goes to Jonas)</span><br />Liza – Are you ok?<br />Aishe – Yes… <span style="font-style: italic;">(She coughs)</span><br />Alexandros – Jonas, Jonas…. How are you?<br />Jonas – I hurt my leg and I can’t walk<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Alexandros helps him to stand up…)</span><br />Alexandros – Are you injured?<br />Jonas – No, no…<br />Liza – How did it happen?<br />Jonas – I don’t know. Something fell on my leg. It must be right here<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(The heroes are looking for it…)</span><br />Jonas – Here, here… <span style="font-style: italic;">(All gather around it)</span><br />Aishe – What is that?<br />Liza – It must be a statue.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Jonas takes it in his hands…)</span><br />Jonas – It’s too dusty to see.<br />Liza – Wipe it.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Jonas wipes it…)</span><br />Aishe - Woow!!! Indeed, it’s a statue.<br />Alexandros – There are some words on it. Read it.<br />Jonas - I can’t read. You read it.<br />Alexandros – Ok…<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(He finds it difficult to read… he kneels and they all kneel…)</span><br />Alexandros – Eu… Eu…, eur – ro… euro…pp…Europe… Yes, that’s it…<br />“Europe kidnapped by Zeus”. Yes, “Europe kidnapped by Zeus”!!!<br />Aishe – Eu, eu Europe? Europe?...<br />Jonas – What is Europe?<br />Liza and Alexandros – Where is Europe? Has anybody seen Europe?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(They look at each other they look around them as though, they wait for an answer from whoever knows…)</span><br /><br /><br />(Curtain)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(The lights switch off)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(After a little time)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(the lights turn on… the four heroes stand up and they dance a song of the group “Active Members”: “Sing and smile”</span><br /><br />Written by Lamprini Gesouli, A3 class of the <a href="http://8lyk-ioann.ioa.sch.gr/">8th General Lyceum of Ioannina</a><div><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056611518075525901-1686318113344557056?l=stagemestageyouthproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The "Staging me, staging you(th)" project: A video of the performances in 2008</title>
		<link>http://www.ioanninablogs.gr/The__Staging_me,_staging_you(th)__project/2009/01/25/A_video_of_the_performances_in_2008</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 22:37:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<author>Stergios Nastopoulos</author>		
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