An inside view of Pseudolo

Pseudolo is a theatre piece written by Plauto, one of the greatest Roman comedy writers. The plot is about a young man , Calidoro, who is in love with Violeta, a prostitute, and needs the help of his slave Pseudolo, to succeed in buying Violeta before she is sold to a Macedonian soldier. This happens to be a difficult task because the soldier has already paid some money , and Calidoro does not have enough money or the way of getting it.

Life continues while Calidoro and Pseudolo try to find a solution to their problem, which at the end they discover and the young lovers can be together.

As many of you know, the casting took place in November 2002 to select people interested in taking part in it. More than 30 people, including teachers, pupils and former pupils, are involved in this project, which was performed tree times in Zaragoza last year and six times in six different villages of Aragón in 2004.

Last January and February 2004, a group of people of our school, including pupils and teachers, went to six different villages to perform this piece. As I am one of the members of "Clásicos Luna" I was able to participate in this great experience and take part in it from the inside.

I know we have been lucky because it's the first time such a thing like this has been done, and I should thank all those people who have helped us. 

Now, another school in our city is doing a project similar to ours, but we were the first ones, and I will always be proud to say "I WAS THERE".

Missing lessons, nerves, interviews, dressing-rooms, laughs, making jokes in the bus and José Angel's Merry Christmas wishes, as well as the same phrase we all heard- and said- hundreds of times: " WHERE IS THE BASE MAKE-UP?. Having lunch all together, claps, a door falling down a couple of times....made it one of the most intense moments of our lives, and I am sure that none of us will ever forget it.

What else can I say? I have enjoyed it a lot, and I think that now it is over we'll miss it, but at least we were there, weren't we?

P.S. Maybe it looks a bit like a funeral, but after a whole year preparing our roles, nine performances and so much to say about it, I can't help feeling a bit sad when I remember I will have to wake up on Monday just to go to school.