Writers create incredible worlds for us. Those that can not be seen outside the windows, those that can only be read by fingering the rustling pages of books.

But, what happens when you put the last point? When a book flies around the world, like a whiff of something new. When each line is turned into a loud instructive quote?

What happens then, with the world, multifaceted, profound and completely unknown to any of the readers, and with its author?

The world disintegrates, like a multicolored mosaic, settles on its fingertips, like sand from a broken clock.

But is it possible to put it all back, to recreate the whole world, to see through it the author and his real appearance, to feel the world that surrounded him, to see him as the author saw him?

An interesting question, which is not easy to answer, but so want. So why not look it up together? After all, the theater is a place where any miracle is possible.

So, make yourself comfortable, or rather climb a little creaking gangway to the boat under the name "Exupery" and safely set off.