My memories are so real, Babcia. But whose are they, and why can't I believe they are true?

Pictures in Babcia's Head

First performances Etcetera Theatre, London, July 1998.

The cast:
.........................Babcia ..............................................................Jennifer Lautrec
.................................Wanda................................................................Lyn Morgan

.................................Director............................................. .................Robert Tomlinson
.................................Composer/ on-stage musician ............... .    Chris Nettleton
.................................Lighting ..............................................................Dominic Burnham

Set: Family photos hang from wall. Stage right a kitchen - wooden table, chairs, various props for food preparation and to indicate a birthday. Stage mid-left is a chair. Upstage left a box of framed photographs. Preset Wanda, opening presents, later peeling potatoes. Babcia preset on stage mid-left chair.

.Lighting: Stage right fully lit, stage left in darkness.

Wanda:
Where is it? Where has it gone? What is it about the first thing I remember? My earliest memory; why should it be so important? What is it that makes me always look back when I should be facing forwards? Why then am I so drawn to a time before I can easily recall, to the first sign of memory? Nobody ever tells you that they have heard the second cuckoo of spring. My earliest memory? I can see it so clearly. I'm not sure where I am; only I know that the second thing I can recall. It is a boat on a blue, blue sea. I am feeling sick, cold and feverish under the warm sun. Could this really be my earliest memory after all? If so, it is such a disappointment. No, I'm sure it can't be right. But right now, it seems that second best is all I can ever find. Why am I on this boat, bobbing about on sparkling blue sea? Am I going to another country? Yes, that must be it. I am, I was coming here. Why didn't I realise that before? But if I can remember the journey so clearly, why is the part before, the start of it, just beyond my recollection?.............................

Sound cue: Short, far-background sound of a gently lapping sea. Fade.

Lighting cue: Very gradually, through following speech, spot Babcia.

Wanda: ..................................
Wherever I have travelled, it was always to move away, never to go back, never back, never to revisit my past. It had passed. How strange then that I should yearn so for a memory that I do not possess. If I could only remember my beginnings perhaps I could have settled down and felt more at home here. I know I must have earlier memories, I can feel them. But they have no shape. These memories are so strong. But are they my own?
My earliest memory? The first thing I can remember is me on a  boat, a boat on a blue, blue sea. I am feeling sick, cold and feverish under the warm sun. I so want to remember a place I must have seen as I left harbour, the place where I was

Lighting change: Light whole of stage left.

Babcia: ..................................
You never saw Beirut, that so beautiful city? My dear! Oh, so beautiful, so peaceful.

Wanda: ..................................
Yes, Babcia, I must have seen it. I just don't remember. If only I could recall a little earlier, remember just a few days earlier.

Babcia: ...................................
Yes, remember just a few hours earlier and you would see. So beautiful, happy city. Try, little one. Try to remember. My child grew up in that so beautiful place.

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