Silvia made a group WhatsApp chat called Stanza.
Inside were the girls from the organisation and production team of the Triennale.
Silvia had told me that at the end of October, a performance would take place throughout her apartment, where I am currently living. The girls from the Triennale would come by to see the space, to scout the location.
We agreed they would come at eleven.
Ida called me: We’re outside.
They walked around the apartment while I worked on my computer, occasionally taking notes for this diary on the side.
They seemed happy with the space, happy with their reconnaissance mission.
I told them not to worry.
The performance in this apartment was definitely going to be good.
We all laughed.
We said goodbye and agreed to see each other that evening at the Triennale, for What We Do When in Silence.
I wonder what dreams the audience will have in this apartment and in the bedroom, end of October.
The very bedroom from which I am writing this.