Hope – according to its definition – is ‘the desire for a certain state of affairs, and simultaneously the uncertainty that it will ever happen’. Doesn't sound like much, does it? It's just one step away from saying that ‘hope is the mother of fools’. But on the other hand, when we talk about something – to put it mildly – unsuccessful, we call it ‘hopeless’, or – even if we are sure that we have no chance of success – we utter the magic words: ‘hope dies last’. So, what is it with this hope? Wishful thinking or the power of the spirit? Over the past few years, we've found ourselves in a difficult situation on many occasions, but what brought everyone together and gave us the energy of community was precisely that – hope. Hope for understanding, for normality. Today we approach hope with great respect and we want more. We want New Hope, hope for at least a slightly better world, for an increasingly aware civic society, for the final demise of the carcass of patriarchy in all its aspects, for the absence of exclusion and persecution on any grounds, for more tolerance and mutual understanding and, finally, for a fair end to Russia's terrible assault on Ukraine. Naive, right? But well, hope dies last, and in theatre it never does!

Krzysztof Głuchowski
Director