Παρασκευή 9 Μαΐου 2014

THE HAMSTER - A monologue, by Angeliki Bouliari


A teenager of about eighteen years old is sitting on the sofa and looking at a cage with a hamster riding on a wheel, set on the table in front of him. His mother a little farther is quietly washing the dishes.
“Mother, this must come to an end. Really, it’s high time it stopped. I can’t take it anymore. Ok, I know, you are worried, you are anxious, you are afraid. But I am young, I want to live, I want to feel alive. This isn’t living. Can’t you see? I am worse than this stupid hamster you brought me as a present! At least, this silly thing doesn’t think, doesn’t feel, has absolutely no idea what the world outside is about. Its universe is just this cage, it is happy with a little food and with this spinning wheel, which, I tell you, is driving me crazy!
It’s not my fault if you see enemies and dangers everywhere, if you’re afraid of your very shadow, if you dare not live. Look at your miserable life. Do you call this a life? Cleaning stairs and washing clothes and dishes. No man, no friend, no laugh. Tell me honestly are you pleased? No, I don’t care what you think, I just don’t want to end up like you!”
His mother stops for a moment what she is doing, her hands in the air, her back tense, eyes staring the white wall tiles above the sink, but she doesn’t turn or say a word. Then she gets back to her work.
“Listen to me, Mother! The illness is over. I am not an ill person anymore. Ok, I have to take some medicine for the rest of my life and follow a certain way of living, but no doctor said not to live at all. I was there, mum, with you - remember? - when they told us about the illness and the treatment and what to do and all this stuff. Normal life, they said. Go out with friends, go to a party, on a date, on a trip. Yes, normal life. Look around you, mother! Do you think this life, this prison, is normal?
Mother! I’m talking to you! Can’t you just stop washing these damned dishes and look at me? Why do you keep ignoring what I say, how I feel?”
As there is still no reaction from her part, the teenager gets up, goes to the kitchen, opens a kitchen drawer and takes a meat knife. His mother hears the sounds, stays motionless, but still doesn’t turn.
“Mother, look at me! You don’t want to lose this sight, I swear! Guess what! I am going to start by stabbing your pretty little hamster right in the heart!”










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