MR. G KNEW IT ALL ALREADY....
A journey through Gaber's productions, between his prophecies/dystopias that have sometimes turned out to be startlingly true and the sideways visions of all our lives, amidst daily habits and quirks, miseries and aspirations, the political and the personal.
We take it from the beginning of the second part of his career, a time when he carried the texts, his and those of Sandro Luporini, on endless theatrical tours across Italy, where even the audience participated as they used to back then, standing up and voicing their opinions, even in open opposition to the artist, who would respond and sometimes come out the worse for wear, other times not. Now it would be preferable to give him a like on Feisbucc or become one of his haters, as it seems that no one expresses anything in public anymore, limiting themselves to hiding behind a nickname or a pseudonym.
I find myself sometimes wondering what he would think about this or that event; I’d really be curious to know, just...

Far finta di essere sani

"The factories the hospitals, the highways the municipal kindergartens, and I see children singing, lined up they are taken to the sea, they do not know whether to laugh or to cry and they clap their hands. Pretending to be healthy..."