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Keshi is the story of the young Hereau, on his way into adulthood, who—in order to hold his own within a family haunted by silences—must discover his roots, whatever the cost.

Secrets, silences, and a thirst for vengeance—this play explores how our legacies are insidiously passed down. Hereau takes us along on his epic struggle to become a free man. But must one be a warrior to become a man? Must one, to walk the straight and narrow, avenge those we love? How can one be a father when one doesn’t know one’s own?

Beginnings don’t matter; they’re always perfect — Doudou loves Bébé. His sincerity is beyond question. But he doesn’t know how to love without possessing and subjecting the other to his will. It’s his little “man’s script,” and he follows it, unthinkingly, just like thousands upon thousands of men. Bébé is crazy about Doudou and finds it all perfectly normal. It’s her own little script—that all-too-feminine docility and understanding. The situations here are so hackneyed that we don’t suspect a thing. But little by little, navigating from love to bewilderment, passing through the syndrome of getting used to pain, through tears and fear that become routine, Bébé eventually realizes the hold he has over her. Will she eventually shake off the deadly burden of being a woman subject to a man’s desires and jealousy—which we so often mistake for love? What if Bébé left Doudou, to