Dreams Die Hard

In May 1915 a German U boat torpedoed and sank the ocean liner, Lusitania and 1,198 people drowned. A second class waiter failed to board in Liverpool – he was my Great Grandfather.

In 1944 / 45  the doddlebug bombs rain down on London. They destroy but they also create random encounters, encounters that erupt into life. A Turkish Cypriot man hides under a table with a British woman from Liverpool.

On 2 August 1945,  the day the Potsdam treaty is ratified. Europe is divided. The woman from Liverpool gives birth to a baby in a hospital in London. That woman was my Grandmother, the man was my Grandfather and the baby is my Father.

I grow up, British – whatever that means. I marry a Polish man and have babies who are born in Berlin.

2017 – I take a DNA test – digging for my Turkish roots and discover I am  –  30% SCANDINAVIAN…


Where is MY land? Where are MY people?  Which flag do I wave at the Olympics? Why do I even care?

I must have a very strong streak of foreign blood in me because I’ve never in my life felt any love for my country. I find in this narrow world, I have to conform to a pattern. My spirit of adventure must be sacrificed. Ever since I was a child, I’ve wanted to travel to find a Utopia. Travel on and on till I found it. Well, dreams die hard.
– Olive Hyamson, 1945

Performed and written by Rachel Karafistan

Inspired by a diary by Olive Hyamson

Directed by Kuba Pierzchalski

Music by Kuba Pierzchalski

Premiere: Planned May 2018


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