And the actors of the minority, sitting in their basement, played their little play, thinking no one outside remained.
But there was. Someone from the majority. And he watched. And he was curious. But he had a problem, because after all – what is this?
A group of actors of a national minority, in the country of a majority.
A group of actors of the national majority, representing a national minority, in a country of the majority. A group of actors of a national minority, in a theatre of national minority, facing the majority. A group of actors of a national minority who themselves are in the minority within the ensemble. A group of actors of a national majority who are at home with the majority and not at home with the minority. A group of representatives of the majority trying to help the minority to become a slightly larger minority.
But you have to be born into the minority. So, when the majority pretends to be the minority, then it is pretending, because this is a place built by the minority. This place belongs to the minority. And the country belongs to the majority.
A group of characters who could just as well be in the minority. A group of spectators who are always in the majority: in curiosity, benevolence, openness, and in the position of being able to open or close, to permit or forbid, to preserve or to leave things as they were, and not to interfere any further.