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BOOKS BY EDUARDO MACHADO
AVAILABLE FROM TCG
The Floating Island Plays
INCLUDES:
The Modern Ladies of Guanabacoa
Fabiola
In the Eye of the Hurricane
Broken Eggs
For Michael Domitrovich
HAVANA IS WAITING
For my friend, Ed Vassallo
PRODUCTION HISTORY
Havana Is Waiting was first produced by the Cherry Lane Theatre (Angelina Fiordellisi, Artistic Director) and opened in 2001. The production was directed by Michael John Garcs; the set design was by Troy Hourie, the costume design was by Elizabeth Hope Clancy, the lighting design was by Kirk Bookman and the sound design was by David Margolin Lawson. The production stage manager was Charles M. Turner III and the stage manager was Karen Munkel. It was performed by:
FEDERICO | Bruce MacVittie |
FRED | Ed Vassallo |
ERNESTO | Felix Solis |
DRUMMER | Richard Marquez |
An earlier version of
Havana Is Waiting (then called
When the Sea Drowns in Sand) premiered in the 2001 Humana Festival at Actors Theatre of Louisville. The production was directed by Michael John Garcs; the set design was by Neil Patel, the costume design was by Lindsay W. Davis, the lighting design was by Tony Penna and the sound design was by Martin Desjardins. The stage manager was Charles M. Turner, III. It was performed by:
FEDERICO | Joseph Urla |
FRED | Ed Vassallo |
ERNESTO | Felix Solis |
DRUMMER | Hugh Fuma Petersen |
CHARACTERS
FEDERICO, a man in his forties
FRED, an American-Italian in his early thirties
ERNESTO, a taxi driver in his thirties
AN AFRO-CUBAN DRUMMER
PLACE
New York City and Havana, Cuba. The set is abstract and is a dark blue. The set pieces are minimal. When they are in a car or plane there are no seats. The drummer is onstage. The feeling should be of someone in a dream.
TIME
1999
ACT ONE
SCENE 1
Lights up on Federico, a man in his forties. He seems to be suspended in the air; all we see is his face. Drums play. He chants and talks.
FEDERICO
(Chants):
I land there.
I see it,
the world fills me sweetly.
Ah. Ah. Ah.
Enraptured
in such a precarious
dream.
Can it be? Is this me?
Ah
ah
ah.
Im loose now,
I choose now
to be with you darling.
Dont dangle the future
no meaning in that.
Im captured in a rapturous
rhapsody.
Ah
ah
ah
aah.
Its me, dear.
Im home now,
Im free now,
to be just
like me now.
Oh darling
in Spanish
dont speak more in English
no meaning in that,
ay
ay
ay aaay.
When youve reached
your promised land.
Where the people often dance.
Oh
oh
oh,
Aguntame cario,
eres dulce mi vida?
Soy yo, amor!
No llores,
Llegu a mi hogar! Estoy en mi hogar?
Mi casa
mi casa?
Estoy en mi casa?
No! No casa.
No!
Ay!
Ay! Ay!
No...
No home.
Its all lost
my darling
you left me.
Like I always knew you would.
Why am I not any good?
Why cant I hold onto you?
Or it?
Or her?
Or me?
Im beginning to awake now
like I always new I would.
The sun shines
in bed now and
alone.
Still so far away from home.
Ay, No!
Oh!
Ah, ah!
My eyes clear
I focus.
And I see
Im all alone.
Should I just get up and pee?
Why do good things come in dreams?
Alone now,
no home now.
And for sure
I know you left me.
Like I always knew you would.
Like I always knew you would.
Like I always knew you would.
Qu pasa? Qu pasa? Qu pasa?
(We hear his own voice echoing back to him.)
FEDERICOS VOICE (Offstage): Whats going on? Whats going on! Whats going on?
FEDERICO: Thats not how I would have translated it. I would have said, Whats doing? No thats not it. How does it go! No, too casual. How am I? Too psychological. How are you doing? Too many words. Some things are impossible to translate. God, if two words are impossible to translate, how do you translate an entire life? Qu pasa? Whats happening? Too black, too street, too 70s. But thats the closest to my original meaning I think. Whats happening. Fred, whats happening?
(Lights change. He is no longer flying. Federico is sitting onstage.
Fred, an American-Italian in his early thirties, enters with a video camera in his hand and a suitcase.)
FRED: The car is waiting.
FEDERICO: What?
FRED: We are going to Cuba, today.
FEDERICO: I got my visa?
FRED: They faxed it last night at the last moment. Remember?
FEDERICO: That wasnt a dream?
FRED: No.
FEDERICO: I thought it was a dream.
FRED: Come on, you got your passport and your visa. It only took five years.
FEDERICO: Right. You think theyll let me in?
FRED: Yes, of course.
FEDERICO: I can go back?
FRED: Yes. Im so glad Im going with you. We are going to Cuba!
FEDERICO: When we are at the airport tell them we are going to Cancun!
FRED: Right.
FEDERICO: I got my Cuban passport, my visa. I got my heart in my stomach. I hope I dont vomit. I got my memories, my past. I hope theyre not all destroyed. What if they dont let me in?
FRED: The car is waiting.
FEDERICO: No.
FRED: What?
FEDERICO: No. Im not going.
FRED: What do you mean? Youve been waiting for this.
FEDERICO: No, I cant go, no I cant do it. Its too late. A year ago maybe, not now. No!
FRED: Federico
FEDERICO: Wheres my dog?
FRED: I dont know. Who cares about the dog?
FEDERICO: I care!
FRED: Jesus fucking Christ!
FEDERICO: Stella!
FRED: Since when?
FEDERICO: Stella baby! Stella, come to daddy. Daddy needs you.
FRED: Stop stalling. Federico!
FEDERICO: Stella. I need you! Whos going to take care of my dog!?
(Stella starts to bark; she is under the bed.)
FRED: We arranged for a student to take care of the dog.
FEDERICO: Daddys joining you. Come here, bitch.
(Federico tries to crawl under the bed. Fred holds onto to him.)
Let go of me!
FRED: No!
FEDERICO: Getting rough arent you.
FRED: Isnt that how you like it?
FEDERICO: How would you know?
FRED: I can figure you out.
FEDERICO: Arent you straight?
FRED: Of course I am...
FEDERICO: Then why do you think about what Im like in bed?
FRED: Well, Im...
FEDERICO: Yeah?
FRED: I can imagine...
FEDERICO: So you imagine what Im like in bed?