Comedy has short legs, it is said; he travels little and travels badly. What makes a great grace in a place and at a time, sometimes does not cause laughter in the neighboring country, or time later. With the play "Dulcinea herstoria" I decided to translate a joke, so to speak: I wanted to transfer the divine grace of Cervantes to our current theater. Like madness, all comedy arises from a wound. The wounds, those yes, are universal. Don Quixote's wound is Dulcinea, as will be seen in this piece, a Dulcinea so made of flesh, bone, and hair on her chest!
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