translated by Boaz Trinker

The characters: 
Tenant Daniel Haymovitch
Father
Mother
Son
Citizen number one
Citizen number one's Wife
Rabbi
Rebbetzin 
Lifeguard
Factory manager
Doctor
Social Worker
Landlord
Anny
Clerk

 	Scene 1
(The tenant and the landlord enter a musty run-down apartment)
Landlord: Every shutter that breaks, wall that peels, cracks in the ceiling, leaks, drain blocks, floods, anxieties, rusty locks, creaking doors, bugs, rats, mildew, dryness, electricity jumps, falls, stumbles - I don't do those.
Tenant: Say, this window, does it open?
Landlord: There's just shutters, we closed that off. There's a wall.
Tenant: Can we break the wall, to make a window?
Landlord: Behind the wall there's another wall.
Tenant: And the second wall?
Landlord:  Why you talk with me about walls bud, look what shutter you have here.
Tenant: It doesn't opens.
Landlord: Doesn't opens?
Tenant: Doesn't opens.
Landlord: Look what an antique.  What a composition it makes with the great wall. It's like a museum here.
Tenant: This building doesn't look very secure, are you sure that…
Landlord: Darling, you're dealing with a cop here, not just someone off the street. This place is as solid as they come. You know how many wars this place survived? Great people lived here. Bialik lived here. Allen Ginsburg lived here. Bugs Bunny  lived here.
Tenant: Who?
Landlord: Who?
Tenant: What?
Landlord: Where were you brought up? Who are your parents? What do they do?
Tenant: They look after old people. 
Landlord: My poor dear. Retarded.
Tenant: No, they're immigrants. 
Landlord: Don't open the tap;  it's decorative tap.
Tenant: Sorry.
Landlord:  Immigrants from?...
Tenant: Odessa. 
Landlord: Allen Ginsburg is from from Odessa. Don't smoke,Don't smoke,Don't smoke,Don't smoke,Don't smoke,Don't smoke,Don't smoke,Don't smoke, smoking makes you...
Tenant: Cough.
Landlord: You can't think...
Tenant: Strait.
Landlord: Nice! Some kind of queer if you ask me. 
Tenant: Does this door open?
Landlord: Don't touch that! That's an antique door, young man, you open that, it'll never close. Like I said, it's bi-monthly rent, and if you're late… What did you say you do?
Tenant: I write. I don't have a full time job.
Landlord: You won't be bringing hookers here, right?
Tenant: No.
Landlord: Why not. 
Tenant: Because...
Landlord:  Sign here and here.
Tenant: I have to consider it first…
Landlord: Consideration is obvious. Take as long as you like. Have you considered?
Tenant: Can I get back to you tomorrow?
Landlord: Tomorrow, tomorrow. Get out of here! Get out! Out! Run away!
Tenant: I'll take it. But maybe we can lower the …
Landlord: Not one Shekel less. Sign here and here. 
(The tenant signs)
Landlord: I love you. I'm your pal. You're like a son to me. You and I – it's forever. Clear? Great darling, now if you need something, you know where to find me.
Tenant: I don't.
Landlord: You do. I'm a cop. Dial 100 on the cellphone – Bang! I'm here. Oh yeah, almost forgot, sometimes it gets a bit noisy here, nothing to get excited about.
Tenant: The neighbors?
Landlord: What neighbors?
Tenant: The neighbors who lived here?
Landlord: There weren't any neighbors.
Tenant: No neighbors?
Landlord: no neighbors.
Tenants: Where are the neighbors?
Landlord:  There are no neighbors.
Tenant: So what noise?
Landlord: Noise, my friend. Boom! Bang! Click!. Congratulations.  You got it baby. You're really something. One of a kind. I could eat you up. You're such a doll. Have a ball. Can I give one little kiss on your lips?
Tenant: No. 
(Landlord exits, the Tenant is left alone)
Tenant: 
 	Scene 2
(The tenants emerge from the walls; the apartment becomes a beach, while the tenant sleeps)
Lifeguard: Good morning bathers. Due to Citizen Number One's decision to move up the daily war to two o'clock, the sea will be open for swimming until one o'clock, have a healthy day, and swim with discipline.
(Everyone enters the water, while the tenant sleeps)
Lifeguard: Don't go deep! Don't go deep! Stay on the surface! A boy was found floating in the ocean, his parents are called to pick him up.  Grandparents? Brother? Sister? Friend? Colleagues? Strangers? Rescue! (noise, The Tenant wakes up) 
Tenant: What are you?
Lifeguard:  Back in line, boy.
Tenant: Who are you?
Lifeguard: Where are your parents, boy?
Tenant: Everybody out of the house!
Lifeguard: Out of the water!
Tenant: Who let you in?!
Lifeguard: Who let you out?!
Tenant: Everyone out or I call the cops!
Landlord: Called me?
Tenant: What? How? Who?...
Landlord: These are your flat-mates bud. Get to know them, get to know them.
Tenant: You didn't tell me about any. 
Landlord: For the price you paid you want to live alone? Do you know the state real estate is in today? Do you know people are living in tin cans?! Do you know they moved up the war?! This is a bargain.
Tenant: But I wanted to live alone…
Landlord: So you wanted, and I wanted, and he wanted , and they wanted, and every body wants what every body wants. You're alone. Take a look. 
Tenant: How can I be alone when they think they're at the beach?
Landlord: And you.
Tenant: Me?
Landlord: What do you?
Tenant: What about me?
Landlord:  What do you think?
Tenant: I don't have to think, we're not at the beach.
Landlord: So where are we?
Tenant: We're in an apartment.
Landlord: So if they're all on the beach, and you're in an apartment, to be sure you are alone, buddy.
Tenant: Do you agree with me that this is an apartment?
Landlord: But of course.
Tenant: So why you play along with this?!
Landlord: Because I hate you! I hate you! And I don't like you. Joke.  Everyone here pays the same price.
Tenant: This is a nut-house!
Landlord: This is a shared flat! What are you so upset about?  Take a look: Beautiful sun, beautiful air, beautiful women – see you.
(The landlord leaves, the tenant remains with the rest of the bathers, tries to find a quiet spot, writes in his notebook)
Tenant:  My hands grasped something, resembling reality – air – the wind blowing,
the wind it seems blows differently, I've become a pin, pricking the air in vain,
wounding my eyes staring at the object,
is it true my eyes see nothing?
Tenant: Can I get some privacy, please?

Time falls between chairs, time falls, and with time so do the chairs fall:
A foreign language is spoken here,
my words here have
no point nor place,
in a place where there is no place for words - 
I have no place.
I demand a place!
 	Scene 3
Clerk: Line! No shouting please.
Tenant: Where's my notebook? Excuse me, have you seen a blue notebook
Clerk: Your notebook is in 'lost and found'.
Tenant: Thank god. So can I have it back?
Clerk: That's what I'm here for, right?
Tenant: So can you bring it to me?
Clerk: Of course.
(Pause)
Tenant: So why don't you bring it?
Clerk: You have to fill out an application form sir, this isn't the market.
Tenant: So where are the forms?
Clerk: I've got them.
Tenant: So can I have a form?
Clerk: No shouting! please.
(The clerk hands him a sheet of paper)
Tenant: Sorry, thank you.
(He's handed a blank sheet of paper)
Tenant: What's this?
Clerk: That's the form.
Tenant: It's a blank sheet.
Clerk: So fill it out.
Tenant: With what?
Clerk: With your personal details.
Tenant: What details?
Clerk: No shouting! Give me the form. Last name.
Tenant: Haymovitch.
Clerk: First name.
Tenant: Daniel.
Clerk: Welcome aboard, Danny.
Tenant: It's Daniel.
Clerk: Dan, Danny, Daniel, same thing.
Tenant: No, no, it's Daniel.
Secretary: Place of birth, year of birth, who your parents are, nationality, citizenship, nasty habits…
Tenant: All this for my notebook?
Secretary: Danny boy, we're just getting started.
Tenant: I was born in Ukraine…
Clerk: I'm sending you to our representative in charge of immigrants.
Tenant: Just get me the notebook.
Rabbi: In the name of the lord.
Rebbetzin: Name.
Tenant: Daniel Haymovitch…
Rabbi: Bertental dear,  your parents are not Jewish.
Tenant: Daniel. Yes they are.
Rebbetzin: All of them?
Tenant: Both of them.
Rabbi: But you're not  circumcised.
Tenant: Yes I am.
Rebbetzin: Proof!
Rabbi: When were your circumcised?
Tenant: When I was six.
Rebbetzin: So you converted.
Rabbi: Thank you very much.
Tenant: No. They just don't do circumcisions over there.
Rabbi: So you're not originally Daniel.
Rebbetzin: What's your real name?
Tenant: Originally Dennis, but only my parents call me that now.
Rebbetzin: Are you sure it's Haymovitch?
Tenant: Yes! What about my notebook?!
Rabbi: What about a Bar-Mitzvah?
Tenant: I had a Bar-Mitzvah, please give me my notebook back.
Rabbi+ Rebbetzin: With the help of god.
Rebbetzin: Jewish holidays, do you celebrate them?
Tenant: Yes.
Rabbi: Which ones do you celebrate?
Tenant: Tu Bishvat.
Rebbetzin: What do you do on Tu Bishvat? Plant a tree?
Tenant: The notebook.
Rabbi: You don't lay Tefillin.
Tenant: No.
Rebbetzin: And you don't fast on Yom Kipur.
Tenant: No.
Rebbetzin: And you don't keep the Sabbath.
Tenant: No!
Rabbi: Doesn't fast, doesn't lay, doesn't keep.
Rebbetzin: Do you even believe in God?
Tenant: If I say I do, will I get my notebook back?
Rabbi: In the name of God.
Tenant: Yes.
Rabbi: Would you like to say confession, son?
Tenant: No, I wouldn't…
(They leave)
Tenant: Excuse me! Excuse me!
(The clerk returns)
Clerk: No shouting please! Name.
Tenant: Daniel. What about the notebook?
Clerk: I'm sending you to our representative in charge of sickness.
Tenant: Sickness?
Doctor: We're sorry to inform you, but we've discovered you have AIDS, I believe you have less than a week left to live.
Tenant: I don't have AIDS.
Doctor: Lung cancer then. It's all because of Chernobyl and the smoking. I'm sorry.
Tenant: I don't even smoke.
Social worker: Gonorrhea then.
Tenant: What are you talking about? You didn't even check me.
Doctor + Social worker: True.
Doctor: Please cough in that direction.
Tenant: What about my notebook?
Social worker: Cough please.
(The tenant coughs)
Doctor: Oy, that sounds terrible. It must be the black plague.
Social worker: Or Cholera.
Tenant: I'm perfectly fine.
Social worker: So how do you explain that cough?
Tenant: What cough?
Doctor: Your current cough.
Tenant: You told me to cough.
Doctor + Social worker: True.
Doctor: What about secretions?
Tenant: What about them?
Social worker: Do you secrete?
Tenant: Yes, I secrete.
Doctor: But what do you secrete?
Tenant: What everyone secretes.
Doctor: But where do you secrete from?
Tenant: Where everyone secretes from.
Doctor: And you've never secreted what everyone secretes but from a different place?
Social worker: Or maybe you secreted from where everyone secretes but in a different color?
Tenant: No. What about my notebook?
Social worker: Do you have a mind?
Tenant: Yes. 
Social worker: You're out of your mind!
Tenant: No! The notebook!
Doctor: How do you react under stress?
Tenant: I don’t…
Doctor: Booo!
(All the tenants are frightened)
Tenant: What's going on here?
Doctor: Booo!
Tenant: Stop that!
Doctor+Social worker: I'm sending you… I'm sending you… I'm sending you…
Tenant: Excuse me…
Clerk: Name! No shouting please.
Tenant: Daniel Haymovitch.
Clerk: I'm sending you to our representative in charge of security.
Tenant: Wait!
Lifeguard: We're on to you Haymovitch, face the front. What were you doing while you were collaborating with the Soviet Union?
Tenant: Excuse me?
Lifeguard: Didn't you live there?
Tenant: I was in kindergarten. Where is all this leading to?
Lifeguard: To your parents' rank in the K.G.B.
Tenant: My parents weren't in the K.G.B.
Lifeguard: They weren't?
Tenant: No.
Lifeguard: Were they, or weren't they?
Tenant: They weren't.
Lifeguard: They still weren't?
Tenant: No!
Lifeguard: Strange, on the outside it sounds like you're saying they weren't, but on the inside it sounds like you're shouting they were.
Tenant: My parents weren't in the K.G.B!
Lifeguard: So at what rank weren't your parents in the K.G.B?
Tenant: I'm a pacifist…
Lifeguard: Buddy, this is my home, I've got no other home, and I won't let any soft-skinned pacifist pacify my home.
Tenant: I'm just…
Lifeguard: Hands up. Cottage cheese, do you eat it?
Tenant: Yes.
Lifeguard: How do you feel about Humus?
Tenant: I love Humus.
Lifeguard: What about Hamas.
Tenant: Excuse me?
Clerk: Line! No shouting please.
Tenant: I've already told you – Daniel Haymovitch.
Clerk: Occupation.
Tenant: I write.
Clerk: How do you make a living, Danny?
Tenant: Writing.
Clerk: Unemployed.
Tenant: No! I demand to get my notebook back!
Clerk: Demand??
Tenant: Yes…
Clerk: You nothing! No-good! You dare belittle my job?
Tenant: I didn't!
Clerk: I'm working minimum wage, no benefits, no pension plan, terrible conditions, sitting eternally frozen in front of the computer, do you know I got Edema in my legs? Do you know my spine is bent? My eye-sight has deteriorated? Look at these eyes! Who will compensate me for these eyes? Will literature compensate me?!
Tenant: I'm sorry, I didn't know.
Clerk: You think that I know something?! I believe!
Lifeguard: I thought you said you write.
Tenant: My notebook.
Lifeguard: From now on, consider me your editor.
Tenant: That is…
Lifeguard: The policy. What are you going to do about it?
Tenant: Give me back my notebook!
Lifeguard: Watcha gonna do about it?
Tenant: Give it back!
Lifeguard: Or what?
Tenant: Or give it back!
Lifeguard: You're just like my mother – a pussy. 
(Pause)
Lifeguard: Is it true that all Ukrainian mothers are prostitutes?
(The tenant hits the lifeguard)
Clerk: Welcome aboard, Danny.
Citizen: Young man, how old are you?
Tenant: Twenty seven.
Citizen: I know exactly how you feel, when I was your age I was twenty seven too. You must feel…
Wife: Confused.
Citizen: Maybe even…
Wife: Shocked. Resisting. Scared. Lost. Anxious. Humiliated. Desecrated. Raped. Dead. Worse than dead – castrated. Rejected like a bug. Tossed to the side of the road like the rotting corpse of a bitch no one would even spit at. A pretty face constantly being told to smile and shut up, oppressed for thousands of years, and nobody really cares what you have to say, and to get a measly job you have to turn your ass into a fucking tourist attraction! I'm a liberated woman! And I have things to say!
Citizen: Silence!... When I came to the apartment, there was nothing here. A vacuum. With these two hands I installed a sewage system…
Wife: With these two hands he hooked us up to electricity…
Citizen: There's a shutter here, with these two hands I built a concrete wall to support the shutter. Behind the concrete wall…
Wife: There's another wall. Made of metal. With no shutters.
Citizen: There's a steel door here, and behind the door there's…
(The tenant moves to open the door)
Wife: Give me your hand. Give me your hand please. (the tenant give his hand, the wife slaps on his hand) Don't touch! 
Citizen: With these two hands, under this tiles, I buried babies. Feel these hands.
Wife: Touch them, touch, don't be shy.
Citizen: Daniel, come over here and feel my hands.
Wife: Go on, don't be scared. Just a touch. Touch it, touch.
Citizen: Touch it. Charisma isn't contagious. Have you ever felt such rough hands?
Wife: You haven't.
Citizen: Of course you haven't. Do you think it was easy to come by such roughness?
Wife: It wasn't easy.
Citizen: But I did.
Wife: We did.
Citizen: I did.
Wife: We did.
Citizen: I did. It was me all along!
Wife: Enough, you're wearing off the roughness.
Citizen: With these rough hands, I have bestowed my tenants with the faith that there is no better place to live. I believe in my tenants, I believe in my walls, I believe in you.
Wife: You are the future. 
Citizen: With your help we'll build a third wall here.
Tenant: Why?!
Citizen: Why…
Lifeguard: Everyone take three to recover.
Citizen: Why. Why is a very good question, and good questions have no answers, but I'll try answering anyway, although it's a really good question, why. Listen, if I tell you 'because', 'because' is not an answer, so I won't say 'because', so the only thing I can tell you is that I can't tell you yet, but I can promise you it's not 'because'. It's something else. It's sort of like this, not here, not there. It's unknown, it's mysterious. Mystical. I promise.
Wife: You're the stuff walls are made of. Smile.
Citizen: Straighten up.
Wife: Hang in there.
Citizen: We're all right behind you.
Wife: We've got our eye on you.
 	Scene 4
Factory manager: Welcome to the world's only factory for the manufacturing of slogans.                                                     You can call me Menachem or Nachum or Nachche or mommy or 123 123
(Start of a battle scene, this is a flashback to the factory manager's Trauma)
Factory manager: Get down! Black 6 to Old Man, come in! We have engaged the enemy! Flip-flopper in the bushes! French-fries on top of the hill! Request backup! We're being dripped on from all directions! Request tumbleweed, heavy-weight and long-mast pronto! The cartoon has been burned! We're over England and Belgium! We're two matchsticks on the black on our way to Germany! Possible Hannibal! The hammer is in flames! Request flip-flop pop-tart! Towards the enemy with ticklers! Twenty-one twenty –two twenty-three!
(Sharp return to the factory)
Factory manager: Or just Noah, whatever suits you.
Tenant: Noah…
Factory manager: So this is how it works: We feed the system an arbitrary meaning with potential for expansion – which in our lingo is known as a 'Kushta' – it trans-morphs, and when it reaches the last cognito of the assembly line, Citizen Number One unifies the Kushta data into a slogan which in our lingo is known as a 'Kishta', and when Kishta is released into the apartments, all of the tenants do the Hommy dance. Shall we give it a try? Fire! (The tenant is frightened)
Factory Manager: When I say 'Fire', I mean 'Go' – start, fire equals start.
(The assembly line is put into motion, each component passes along a word and a gesture)
Tenant: Mr. Noah, with all due respect, I'm not right for this.
Factory manager: You won't do anything you don't want to. After all we live in a time of democracy.
Citizen: And Democracy my dear, is a matter of…
Wife: Perspective!
Factory Manager: Your place on the assembly line is here. Do you work out?
Tenant: No.
Factory manager: I can't wait to see your Kushta. Fire! (The tenant is frightened)
(The assembly line starts, with each person providing an association together with a movement)
 1.	Sun
 2.	Light
 3.	Lamp
 4.	Barbed wire
Tenant: Holocaust.
Factory manager: Cease fire! 'Holocaust' is a no-no Kushta.
Tenant: Excuse me?
Factory manager: The Kushtas fed to the system must be positive, otherwise we get a boo-boo.
Tenant: But I heard 'barbed-wire'.
Factory manager: You can also find barbed-wire in the safari. No matter. We'll give it another try. You're very tense, try relaxing your annular muscles.
Tenant: Excuse me?
Factory manager: It will help you too release your Kushta. (Pause) Are you relaxing?
Tenant: Yes.
Factory manager: Fire!
 1.	Forest
 2.	Stars
 3.	Home
 4.	Gas
Tenant: (Everyone's expecting it, but the tenant can't come up with an association) Sorry.
Factory manager: Cease fire! Boo-boo! Boo-boo! Boo-boo! 
Tenant: I'm sorry, he said 'gas' and immediately…
Factory manager: I'm sad, Danny. When I was small I played 'Tigers'. I'd become a tiger a run through the streets, leaping from buildings, climbing trees. And today, I can't even become a man, even though I'm a big-shot manager. Whatever comes to you – say 'Sea'. Fire!
 1.	Stones
 2.	Wall
 3.	Steel
 4.	Devil
Tenant: Sea.
 5.	War
Citizen: We have the Kishta!
(Everyone does the Hommy dance)
Citizen: I'm moving up the war, because when I move up the war, I'm moving ahead of my time, and when I'm ahead of my time, I'm ahead of your time, our time, and when we're ahead of our time we get more things done, and we have more time, and it is our duty to use this time to fight so that one day we can build here a third wall…
Landlord: (In a hushed voice) The neighbors!  (Everyone turns silent, peaking through the door onto the audience)
Wife: What are they doing?
Landlord: Sitting in the dark.
Wife: And that's it?
Landlord: Looking our way.
Wife: And that's it?
Landlord: They look upset.
Rebbetzin: They look indifferent.
Social worker: They look tired.
Doctor: Boo!
Wife: But they keep sitting there. In the dark. Nobody gets up, or says something. There's so much to say. (Pause)
Landlord: Say something, bastards!
Wife: We may proceed.
Citizen: The battle we embark on today, just like any other day, is a battle for the building of a third wall, which will see no cracks or peels. Not a plaster wall, not a concrete wall, not even a metal wall. A human wall, that can be forged into anything required for the national machine. Is the wall missing a brick?
Wife: I am the brick.
Citizen: Is it missing cement, spackle or paint?
Wife: Take me!
Citizen: Is the wall missing a hole?
Wife: I am the hole in the wall.
Citizen: Police? Doctors? Lawyers? Teachers? Hookers?!
Wife: ...I do it all.. I have no face, no philosophy, no feelings, I don't even have a name.
Citizen: This is the pure ideal of service, ready for anything, not related to anything; She knows only one purpose: To attack!
Wife: I am a liberated woman!
Citizen: Silence! The future, ladies and gentlemen, is behind the wall. The future is in you. We must fight to build a wall of grandeur. And who knows? Maybe one day there'll be a fourth wall!
Wife: Or a fifth!
Citizen: Or a sixth!
Wife: Or a seventh!
Citizen: Or an eighth!
Wife: Or a ninth!
Citizen: Until one day the entire Universe will be filled with walls! 
Wife: Feel these hands…
Tenant: I love my father's complexity, his rough beauty, silence, stubbornness, madness, morality, diligence, beefy lips, piercing green eyes, broken nose, compact body, enormous hands, his ability to do wonders with his hands, his grumpy forehead – I like a bit less, my mother's mental strength, her devotion and agonizing, her holding on to life, her croaking laughter, the tar-filled eyes, healthy calves, the long thin Jewish nose, her ability to say: You! You! You!
The meager lips – I like a bit less, I love their love for each other, the sacrifices they made for me, their growing old in each others arms. Quiet!
I want to analyze, to know, to say in a language other than my own, to stare at what is tearing me apart, cutting me.
I want to understand my insanity, I want to discover what I put in the darkest place – under the lamp: The grand fabulous organ of not knowing - me!!!
 	Scene 5
Social worker: I see.
Tenant: These are animals, not people.
Social worker: I see.
Tenant: There's no one to talk to.
Social worker: I see.
Tenant: All I wanted was a quiet place to write in.
Social worker: I see.
Tenant: Why won't they leave me alone?
Social worker: I see.
Tenant: What do you see?
Doctor: I see.
Tenant: You don't see!
Social worker: I see.
Tenant: Hey lady, are you here?
Social worker: I see.
(The tenant gives up, head in his hands).
Doctor: I see.
Tenant: Stop it!
Social worker: I see.
Tenant: You don't see.
Social worker: I see.
Tenant: No, you don't see!!
Social worker: I see!
Tenant: You're killing me, lady!
Social worker: Let's talk about you for a change. Not about your self.
Tenant: I thought that's the point of therapy.
Social worker: It is, in vertical therapy. Let's go horizontal.
Tenant: You're all missing a few bolts.
Social worker: Of course.
Tenant: So you're aware of this?
Social worker: Of course. Or else, what would we be doing here? What am I doing here? What are you doing here?
Doctor: What are you doing here?
Tenant: I don't belong here. There's been a mistake.
Social worker: Me, me, me, let's put negativity aside for a moment. You give so much weight to everything on the outside. External, external, external, let's exit the external for a moment. Focus on you. Where are you in all of this?
Doctor: How are you in all of this?
Social worker: Why are you in all of this?
Tenant: There's no 'I'! You've eaten me up.
Social worker: I see. We'll introduce you to the neighbors.
Tenant: And how are the neighbors supposed to help?
Social worker: What neighbors? I'd didn't say anything about any neighbors.
Tenant: You just said you were going to introduce me to the neighbors.
Social worker: No, no. You're mistaken.
Doctor: She didn't say anything about any neighbors.
Tenant: I heard you said neighbors.
Social worker: No.
Tenant: No what?
Social worker: I didn't say!
Tenant: Who didn't say?
Social worker: You didn't say.
Tenant: What didn't I say?
Social worker: I think you're trying to tell me something.
Tenant: I don't understand anything. What didn't I tell you?
Doctor: Your style of speech is very typical. You swallow words, stray from thoughts in the middle, speed up and stutter.
Tenant: When did I stutter? I speak fluently.
Social worker: That's exactly where you're wrong. You see? You're so tense you begin to cover with polkadots. Are your hands not frozen yet?
Tenant: No! Why would my hands freeze?
Social worker: Because. It's my hypothesis. I'll try to ease your existence now. Clear away any bad feelings!
Tenant: What are you doing?!
Social worker: Who are you angry at?! 
Tenant: I'm not angry!
It must be the parents.
Tenant: Where's the door here lady?
Social worker: The door is in you.
(The tenant moves to attack the psychologist)
Social worker: Breath, breath. Repeat after me: (The tenant repeats after the social worker) I am calm. Calm, pleasant and sweet. I am r e l a x e d. A nice gas fills my entire body with light, freedom, happiness. The body is heavy. The head is heavy. The hands are heavy. I'm starting over. I'm going back to being a baby in my mother's cunt. I'm going back to my birth. (She covers him with a sheet, and hovers over him – Rebirth therapy)
 	Scene 6
Doctor: Breathe. Breathe.
Father: Breathe.
Mother: I'm breathing.
Father: She's breathing, she's breathing.
Doctor: We have a five finger dilation!
(Father, mother, son enter)
Father+son: Breathe.
Mother: I've breathing!
Doctor: Breathe.
Doctor: We have a six finger dilation!
(Citizen no.1 and wife enter)
Wife: She's breathing!
Citizen: She's breathing!
Doctor: Breathe!
Mother+wife+Rebbetzin: Breathing!
Social worker: Start making your way out!
Doctor: We have a seven finger dilation!
(Secretary and lifeguard enter)
Secretary: Breathing! Breathing!
Doctor: Breathe!
Father+son+husband+lifeguard: Breath!
Mother+ Rebbetzin+wife+secretary: Breathing!!
Social worker: Out!
Doctor: We have an eight finger dilation!
(Anny and reporter enter)
Anny: Breathe.
Reporter: I'm breathing! I'm breathing!
Doctor: Everyone breathe!
Doctor: We have a nine finger dilation!
(Landlord and Factory manager enter)
Tenant: Breathing! I'm breathing!
Factory manager: Breathe! Breathe!
Doctor: We have a ten finger dilation!
Father: Push!
Clerk: Pushing!!
Lifeguard+husband+father+reporter+citizen+lifeguard: She's pushing!
Mother+wife+anny+ Rebbetzin+Secretary+tenant: I'm pushing!
Social worker: Push! Push!
Doctor: You, don't breathe! You, breathe! Push! Push!
Mother: Pushing!
Father: She's pushing!!
Doctor: Don't push! You, push!
Mother: Pushing!!
Father: She's pushing!!
Citizen: She's not breathing! She's not breathing!
Doctor: Breathe! Breathe!
Father: Push!!! Push!!! Push!!! Push!!!
Doctor: Breathe!! Breathe!!
Doctor: Breathe! Breathe! Push! Breathe! Push!
Everyone: I'm breathing I'm pushing!!!
Everyone: Doctor!!
Doctor: Don't breathe!!! (Everyone holds their breath)
Doctor: Breathe! Breathe!
Everyone: Doctor!!
Doctor: Don't push!!! (Everyone breathes)
Doctor: Push! Push!
Doctor: Breathe! Push! Push! Push! Breathe!
The women: I'm pushing/breathing…!
The men: She's pushing/breathing…!
Father: I'm not breathing!!! (Has heart attack)
Mother: He's not breathing!
Doctor: Breathe!! Breathe!!
Father: I'm not breathing!!
Doctor: Breath!!!
Mother: He's not breathing!!!
Doctor: Breathe!!!
Mother: Breathe! (The father collapses)
Everyone: Doctor!!!
Doctor: Everyone breathe!!!
Doctor: Push! Push! Push! Push! Breathe! Breathe!
(The doctor resuscitates the father)
Everyone: Doctor!!!
Doctor: Push!!! Everyone push!!!
Those still breathing: I'm breathing!!!
Doctor: Push!!!
(The father revives with a deep breath)
Doctor: Breathe! Breathe!
(The father has another heart attack)
Doctor: Don't push! Don't push!
Mother: He's coming!
Doctor: Push! Push!
The women: I'm pushing!
The men: Doctor!
Doctor: Breathe!
The women: Doctor!
Doctor: Push!
Wife+clerk: He's coming!
Husband+lifeguard: He's coming!
Social worker: Do you want to stay or leave?
Tenant: Stay!
Social worker: Too late! Push!
Anny+Landlord: He's not coming!
Reporter+Factory manager: He's not coming!
Doctor: Push!
(The father is revived again)
Mother: He's breathing!
Mother: He's coming!
(The doctor continues resuscitation not noticing the father has been revived)
Doctor: Breathe! Breathe!
Father: I'm breathing!
Doctor: He's breathing!
The women: He's coming!
The men: He's coming!
The women: Doctor!
Everyone: Doctor!
Doctor: No pushing and no breathing!
(Silence. He commands the pushing and the breathing until he ends up with Beethoven's Fifth Symphony)(All of the children emerge from their mothers' bellies)
Doctor: (Almost fainting) Congratulations. It's a boy. 
(All of the new parents tend to their newly-born babies)
Rabbi and Rebbetzin: Move-a, move-a, move-a, move
Can no longer make a move
From my head the blood flows deep
blood blood blood I fall asleep
Kiss the boo-boo, foo foo foo
My whole body's frozen too
Mother and father
I miss already
Don't wanna sleep
Don't wanna go crazy
My parents bury me
In the sandbox with care
In my eyes and ears
There is sickness everywhere
Come O worms and slimy kin
Here you'll find dead children's skin
Down to the bone, burrow with force
This is a child, it ain't no horse
There's fresh soft flesh to be had
Now that my child has gone bad
Why is mother screaming so
Why can't father comfort know
Why are they above
And I'm below

Rest dead child and close your eyes
There was truth between the lies
Cuddle up beneath the thorns
The child's dead
A hero's born

(Everyone scatters, the mother and father remain, the tenant emerges from the sheet)
Tenant: Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?
Mother+Father: Shhh…. (They silence the tenant, moving to their alternate son)
Mother: I know you've been spying on the girl next door and masturbating.
Father: I know it's you who stole money from my wallet.
Mother: And the scarf from my wardrobe.
Father: And my underwear and socks.
Mother: And my scarlet dress.
Father: And my shaving cream.
Mother: And my youth.
Father: And the sparkle in my eye.
Mother: And my health.
Tenant: Help me…
Father: And who will help us?
Mother: Certainly not you!
Father: Wimp!
Mother: Drop-out!
Father: How was kindergarten?
Mother: And school?
Father: And junior-high?
Mother: And high school?
Father: And the army?
Mother: And college?
Father: And home?
Mother: And home?
Father: And home?
Mother: And home?
Father: You never tell us anything!
Mother: Say something!
Father: What are you numb?!
Mother: I can't deal with him.
Father: You're killing your mother.
Mother: You're killing me.
Father: Shame on you. You make me sick.
Mother: Where were you when I had a tumor in my head, and we lived in Bney Brak? Remember?! Bney Brak! And you were six!
Father: Seven!
Mother: And we would walk hand-in-hand down the street, and I would faint and collapse? And you would just stand there watching! And when passers-by asked you, kid, what's wrong with your mother, you said nothing! And when I was getting my radiation, lying in Tel-Hashomer with a bald head and no one was allowed near me! You said nothing! And when I was lying in bed at home, swelling up to 100 kilos, because I was given expired hormones? You said nothing! And when I asked you how was boarding school? You said nothing! And the kindergarten? Nothing! And synagogue? Nothing! And the red-head boy with whom you touched each other's penises? Nothing! Well, why don't you say anything?!
Tenant: I was just a child…
Father: And you stayed that same child. No development! When we came here I worked 18 hours a day! Seven days a week! For ten years! Without one day off! So you'll have money for your books! And shoes! Where are all the books?! Where are all the shoes?!
Tenant: I write!
Father: Where are the shoes! You think I had it bad over there?! I came here for you! I thought you'd become a man some day! You know, I made him and I can destroy him, son of a bitch! Damn you! Burn in hell, amen!
Mother: Imbecile!
Father: Sissy girl!
Mother: You're my greatest disappointment. I'm ashamed of you.
Father: You don't deserve to live.
(The mother spits in the tenant's face)
Mother: After all we've done for you.
Mother+Father: A telephone call.
Father: Is it so difficult to make just one call? Just to say 'I'm alright'.
Mother: I'm not dead.
Father: I've got food to eat.
Mother: I've got a warm bed.
Father: I work.
Mother: I've stopped smoking.
Father: I washed the floor.
Mother: I cleaned the limescale in the kettle.
Father: I voted in the elections.
Mother: The wife is fine.
Father: The grandchildren are fine.
Tenant: What grandchildren?! What wife?
Mother: That's just it.
Father: You don't care about anything.
Mother: You don't care about your two weak old parents.
Father: Look at your mother, how sick and wrinkly she is.
Mother: Look at your father, how flaccid and aching he is.
Father: All you do is take.
Tenant: I'm sorry.
Mother: Did you hear something?
Father: Must have been a fly.
Mother: Am I dreaming?!
Father: What do I need your apology for! You're nothing!
Mother: Action! I want to see actions!
Tenant: I'm trying!
Father: Keep trying until you die.
Tenant: I didn't mean to.
Father: Stalin didn't mean to either.
Mother: You were a labor of love.
Father: Now look what you've become.
Mother: I had to sacrifice my sweet Vagina, because of this failure, and now I can't feel anything when your father fucks me!
Father: I have no friction.
Son: Mother, Father, I had a nightmare.
Tenant: Who is this?
Son: Daniel Haymovitch. Pleasure to meet you. And you are?
Tenant: I'm Daniel Haymovitch.
Son: Semantics.
Tenant: What are you doing here?
Son: I'm playing.
Tenant: Playing what?!
Son: You.
Tenant: You can't play me!
Son: You'd be surprised…
Father: He plays you better than you play your self.
Tenant: How long has this been going on?
Son: I'm a natural born actor.
Tenant: An actor?! You look nothing like me!
Son: It's you who doesn't look like yourself. I'm more like you than you will ever be.
Father: He's all you could've been, and never will be!
Mother: Show him what you've got, son.
Son: I'm good at Physics, Math, Chess, I speak six languages, I own three start-up companies, a bar, an art gallery, a black Mercedes, I've got a blond wife and two children waiting for me in a villa in Paris and London. For mom and dad - I bought some real-estate so we can be together when I go on vacation, I'm a brain specialist and one of the world's richest men, my last book: "Father and I" – is a six-volume novel about morality and importance of respecting your parents, it's a best-seller, I am every Russian mother's wet-dream, I'm happy, I'm full of love, and I'm only 13. I still have my Bar-Mitzvah moustache. Nice, isn't it?
Son: Is he bothering you?
Tenant: Mom…
Mother: Don't you call me that!
Father: He was just leaving.
Son: Go.
Tenant: This is my house.
Mother: Let him be, he's not worth it.
(The parents exit, the tenant and son are left alone, the tenant goes to sleep)
 	Scene 8
Son: Existential drugs, brain-numbers, anti-depressants coming and going coming and going, let it come, don't go, running away, nothing to recall, everything to forget, remember to forget, forget to remember.
Tenant: Mountains of toys, oceans of questions, the yellow sun in the corner of the page. The childhood of my crowned head.
Son: Only teeth have crowns, and only people who can afford them have teeth.
Tenant: Olly olly oxen free! (repeats like a mantra)
Son: All the time I stood to attention on memorial day over ten men beating the shit out of a child who lost her mother whom I don't know that little girl who lost her mother, if only I'd known her I'd rub myself on both of them – the mother, the daughter and the phony spirit!
Tenant: All the words I wrote.
Son: No one will ever read.
Tenant: All the words I read.
Son: Will never come true!
Tenant: All of those weak in their body, mind, spirit and heart, all those who won't look you in the eyes, all those who walk with shut eyes, all those withering away with sad eyes.
Son: All those who have nothing to say who hold in themselves all those who have something to say, there's nothing to be said about them.
Tenant: All of the little victories, all of the big dreamers.
Son: All of the stench I blurted out, the stench that blurted me out, the fungi in my feet, the cavities in my teeth, the rot of the ever decaying skin under the eyes, gouge out the eyes!
Tenant: All of the attempts to hold on to the ground, all the attempts to return a fight, the art of flight, all the water that flows into the river and the sea is never full, un-full is the sea, the sea is not full, fill the sea!
Son: Empty the sea!
Tenant: All of the delicate pretty words.
Son: That had no taste and no smell
Tenant: The delicate and pretty
Son: Nor content nor shape
Tenant: All the women
Son: The losses
Tenant: All the children
Son: The losses
Tenant: The small victories
Son: The big losses
 Tenant: The small victories
Son: (Pause) All of existence rubbing itself on itself: Rub rub, rub rub, up and down, and down and…
Tenant: Up!
Son: Hear, Daniel, Daniel is our god, Daniel is one... hear, Daniel...
 	Scene 9
(Anny enters)
Anny: May I sit down…
Tenant: Sure!
(pause)
Tenant: So what are you…
Anny: You…
(Pause)
Anny+Tenant: There's a… what is.. 
Tenant: You.
Anny: I wanted to say that you are very…
Tenant: … Exactly what I wanted to say...
(Anny laughs, Tenant does too)
Anny+Tenant: Sorry.
(Pause)
Anny: You were going to say something.
Tenant: To study with a glance is to burrow:
I burrow into another body,
as if wanting to peer
inside,
as if the reason
for my lust
lies in the body in front
like a child dismantling a watch
to better understand
time,
impatiently
quizzically
I'm calm and observant,
there are parts of the body
that get extra attention
eyelashes, nails, hair roots, beauty spots, stains, scars,
the humming of time - 
life.
 	Scene 10
Citizen: Mazal Tov! I'd like to congratulate the happy couple.
Rabbi: The love we witness here today sees not with its eyes, but with its heart.
Rebbetzin: There's always madness in love, but there's always method in madness.
Father: Read! Read!
Rabbi: Barukh attah Adonai eloheinu melekh ha-olam, asher bara sason v'simchah, chatan v'khalla, gilah rinnah ditzah v'chedvah, ahavah v'achavah…
Mother: Get to the point.
Rebbetzin: There are seven blessings.
Father: And that was the seventh.
Tenant: We're not getting married.
Rabbi: Not getting married?!
Tenant: We've only just met.
Rebbetzin: That didn't stop you from feeling her up! Have you heard of abstinence? 
Rabbi: You're getting married.
Tenant: We're not getting married.
Citizen: Not getting married…
Tenant: No.
Father: They're getting married, they're getting married.
Tenant: We're not getting married.
Mother: You're shaming me!
Rabbi: We have one virgin – pure, virtuous! And the detestable sinner covets her virginity to sow his seed in, to throw her out to the trash, without entering holy matrimony. Blasphemer! Demon!
Rebbetzin: Where are your values?! Where's your morality? Disgracer of the just! Swine! We're telling you to get married!
Social worker: Mental case!
Doctor: Freak!
Rabbi: What's in his hand? 
Rebbetzin: It's a sheet of paper!
Rabbi: We have to pry his fingers open.
Rebbetzin: See what's written there!
Rabbi: The sinner writes! Pure evil. Words that no tongue will endure, and no ear ear will speak. An erection on memorial day! Ten men beating the crap out of a little girl who lost her mother.
Mother: You've always been a little pervert!
Tenant: That's not me.
Rabbi: What shall become of he who has defecated in front of the entire nation?
Rebbetzin: Purification!
Everyone: Purification!
Rebbetzin: You're as empty as a synagogue at night. You make me sick.
Rabbi: What do you believe in?
Tenant: Love!
Rabbi: What do you believe in?!
Tenant: Beauty!
Rabbi: What do you believe in?!
Tenant: Myself!
Rabbi: So get married.
Tenant: No!
Rabbi: Do you love this virgin?
Tenant: Yes!
Rabbi: A lie! You are not capable of love. You're the essence of evil in our society. Pestilence!
Tenant: Tell them.
Rabbi: Do you love this scoundrel?
Anny: I don't.
Tenant: Tell them the truth!
Rabbi: It's not him speaking! He's been possessed by a Dybbuk! Salvation!
Everyone: Salvation! Salvation! Salvation!
Rabbi: Thanks to four worlds: grace, creation, procreation and craft, thanks to four angels: Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Raphael, and god's grace will be upon us and his blessing with us, Daniel Haymovitch – 
Everyone: Leave Dybbuk, leave Dybbuk, leave!
Rabbi: I swear you to leave through the small toe, take nothing with you.
Everyone: Leave Dybbuk, leave!
Citizen: Well Rabbi, did it leave?
Rabbi: Until now, the Dybbuk hasn't left. Listen, if you leave now, I promise you we'll make amends, forgive all your sins, make you a great people, Ge Aroys Hoyse! Ge Aroys Hoyse! 
Citizen: Nu Rebe, aroyt gay ganen?
Rabbi: Nischt.
Rebbetzin: Mit gurnisht helpen.
Everyone: Nu Shoyn.
Wife: There's a war today, get it out already!
Rabbi: It has yet to depart from him.
Mother+Father: (singing) Dybbuk'le, Dybbukl'le, come out, Mother and Father will…
Mother: Well, is it out already?
Rabbi: It hasn't left - 
Father: Leave, you scumbag! Leave!
Rabbi: Nothing. Leave Dybbuk! Leave!
Father: Perhaps if you try with a little less pathos.
Rabbi: Leave Dybbuk. Leave.
Mother: Maybe mockingly.
Rabbi: Leave Dybbuk. Leave.
Rebbetzin: Maybe seductively.
Rabbi: Leave Dybbuk. Leave. Nothing!
Wife: Maybe it's not a Dybbuk!
Rabbi: So what is it?
Wife: Maybe it's a political viewpoint, or a perversion. 
Everyone: Leave political viewpoint, leave perversion!
Rabbi: Nothing.
Mother: Maybe we should just cut it out of him.
Father: I've got a knife!
Father: Cut it out of you like you remove a tumor.
Tenant: Enough!
(A siren)
(A war breaks out)
Tenant: I demand a sky as clear as a baby's behind
A sea as embracing and loving as a devoted father
An earth as providing and forgiving as a beautiful and healthy mother
A never-ending indefinable desert that reveals a secret
And one great absolute sun to shine down on all of these
So that we know no more victims
So that we become the heroes we were meant to be