A bleached, bleak, blasted, barren berm. Two refugees on the road. One has stinking feet, the other stinking breath. They can't go on. They must go on. Surely tomorrow he will come.
Was WAITING FOR GODOT originally meant as a road trip through Hiroshima on 8/6/45? Is it is a universal statement about the haves and have-nots of capitalism. The duo talk, tell jokes, sing vaudevilian songs. Did they once know each others. What did they do before they had to wait for Godot. What was life like when they had names. Why do they have to wait for Godot. Why does Godot not come, only send servants. Are they servants or slaves? It becomes Sisyphean, like Charlie Brown and Lucy. After a while, they must realize the outcome is inevitable. But yet they hope.