Not that civil [or the order of the immeasurable]tries to reflect on the commitment we have with the events of our past and our present, to build a future.
A dogmatic code to live together, a code of respect. A package arrives. The past returns and bursts into the present. It would be better if the past remained silent, but it speaks.
Three a.m.
Three men live together in solitude.
A dogmatic code to live together, a code of respect has been consented upon.
Something prevents them from sleeping.
What do we do with time?
What sense is made while living?
A package with small legs arrives. It is not expected. A little girl! One of them is her father, but which one?
The past returns and bursts into the present.
“Bring a box! We’ll wrap her up again, leave the package at the neighbour’s door and pretend this never happened.”
It would be better if the past remained silent, but it speaks. So, what do we do with it? Should we pretend it never happened?

Treatment of the language of the staging:
An ironic humor, a humor that emerges from observing, from another perspective, the brutality naturalized in these men.