Sans Ulysse

When she died, Shoshana left her daughter an unfinished manuscript, Sans Ulysse, which she has tried as hard as she can to decipher

the first lines. "I'm going away for a moment, just a moment." The mother had started writing it, having realized

that the man she loved, and had been waiting for madly for ten years, would probably never return. Unsure

how to honor this gift, the daughter decides to bequeath it to the Agence Nationale de la Recherche Cathartique, an itinerant

laboratory charged, in their own words, with "finding an end to stories that never had one". Like a kind of inverted Odyssey

we won't be telling the story of the one who left, but of the one who stayed.

In this play, the mother will be both Penelope and Ulysses: the one who waits and the one who has disappeared, whom we seek to find, to

define, to recognize.

>In this play, the mother will be both Penelope and Ulysses: the one who waits and the one who has disappeared, whom we seek to find, to

define, to recognize.