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...court yard of the small house made of straw-and-clay bricks, 60-year-old Aurica Draghici washes her laundry in a wooden tub. She doesn't seem surprised by the arrival of visitors. "I was expecting a package from Spain," she explains...
...Aurica Draghici lives in the small southern Romanian village of Peretu, where most locals have traditionally been farmers. Some have jobs at a ball-bearing factory in Alexandrina, the nearest town, but a growing number, among them Aurica's eldest son Florian and his wife Adriana, have left to find work abroad...
...Florian Draghici left two years ago, following his wife, who had gone to Spain three years earlier to work as a nanny. They left their two children Catalina, 14, and Stefan, 6, in the care of their grandmother. Aurica's other son, Gabriel, and his 6-year-old daughter, Andra, also live in the house. Gabriel has been looking after the child by himself for two years now - his wife Florentina, while working in Spain, fell in love with another...
...Back at the Draghici's, little Stefan is outside the front gate, fishing in a ditch with three other children. "I don't miss my parents, I often talk to them on the phone", the six-year-old declares with a motionless face. "I asked them to send me a racing car, but I only got candy and a regular car. I also asked them to send me an extra paddling pool. I want to have one of my own, because my sister always jumps into the pool and makes me wet." But in spite of all the Western consumer...
...before the dominance of kitchen-sink realism, when the American theater was expressionistic and experimental, poetically and politically inflamed. Despite a few sentimental false notes, he is painfully apt about life in the U.S. today. But his play is set timelessly in "the modern era." Marina Draghici's set reinforces this reach for the enduring: its Art Deco windows and wire fences, beer gardens and alleys evoke the urban sense of living with the decaying legacy of the past...