SCAVENGER: …"If I say honestly that I am a scavenger," you asked me…;
TEENAGER: …I…
SCAVENGER: …I am… but don’t think of me the same way just because you once read Maxim Gorky and Émile Zola, I am not a victim of society… it is a completely personal, studied choice…
TEENAGER: …So, you chose this as a profession…;
SCAVENGER: …I started with various others, but none like this…! It’s a lookout, a “people-watching” station that measures how much deception is heading each day for processing…! And inevitably, like everything in life, also for recycling… because even we humans – with all our accessories, shoes, underwear, memory, ideas, sins – are recycled products…!
Excerpt from the play: “A Meeting Somewhere Else,” Part Two, Image and Memory Eighth, from the Theater, Volume Z’, Kedros, 1998
