Escaping the G-word

Casimir: If I send a message, someone will hear it.
Oleg: No one is listening.
Casimir: How can they listen if we're not communicating?
Oleg: What if it's the Americans?
Casimir: I love America. I want to drink Pepsi Cola. I want to see sex shows. I want to go to New York and open a restaurant...I want to talk to somebody.

Oleg: This is the last entry in the log. The mission is now over. The results of the experiment are as follows. The limit is this. I am at it. I can go no further through time alone. I don't know what else to say. If anyone finds this log..I am over Europe. It is night. Moving east. I have set explosive charges throughout the craft. In a few moments the ship will consume itself. Somewhere on earth is a woman I once loved. Who has most probably forgotten me. If she looks at the sky. Or takes notice of the stars. She may notice the disappearance of Harmony module. Or maybe not.

David Greig. The Cosmonaut's Last Message to the Woman He Once Loved in the Former Soviet Union (1999)


I have been struggling with the G-word for more than four years.Today, while walking, I thought that I should write about it and start the debate: is the G-word good or bad? Do we want it or not? Can we develop either positive or negative views about it? Or do we have to?

But then, looking at clouds chasing each other in the sky, colours changing from deep blue, to silvery grey and then white, I remembered one night in theatre that gave me at least for two hours a new experience of the G-word- a true theatrical experience.
So, today I am escaping politics and debates on globalisation, I do not give explanations or views, I remain silent. More on the play, and the G-word perhaps, tomorrow.