Nou Fiuter (No Future)

While an earthquake has ravaged a nearby city, leaving entire neighbourhoods destroyed, life in the coutryside seems untouched in the idyllic setting of a successful vinyard. Winery owner Víctor plans to hand down his recipe to his son, Poxi; teenage Poxi cares more about the punk band he has set up with the new vinyard assistant Espinosa, an orphaned refugee from the devastation in the town; and Mum Irene is hooked as ever to her soaps and tales of real-life on the TV. But the shockwaves from the disaster soon make themselves felt when Irene’s taxi-driver brother Omar arrives unexpectedly, shell-shocked from the impact of the quake, and a terrible accident in the winery shatters the family’s apparent peace.

Not a lot of people know this but the people who died in the earthquake are getting together and travelling from one place to another in a gang. It looks like an exodus but they’re just wandering around; they’re not going anywhere in particular; they’re not scaring anyone. They huddle together like they’re cold. Now I’m dead, I know they don’t feel anything. Not cold or hot. Not bitter, not frustrated. They don’t feel anything in particular. From here, you don’t feel the need for anything in particular to happen. But all the same they huddle together. The dead. From the earthquake, like school friends. My family must be among that crowd. They always liked getting together in groups just because.    

This translation was supported by Programa Sur, and is published in the Oberon Anthology of Contemporary Argentine Plays.

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