Hedvig was 14. She committed suicide in an undefined past. She died instead of a wild duck who she loved. The reason for her action is simple and obvious: lack of love. Self-sacrifice for those who are not able to do this. For those who are not able to love anyone – but themselves. Let’s call them a family. Let’s call ourselves a family, actors and spectators equally, who gather round to have a cheerful dinner to the memory of a 14 year-old girl in order to justify that we have nothing to do with Hedvig’s death, whom we have loved.

‘When creating the new performance of H. U. D. I. Company, László Hudi built on the experience he gained from leading a workshop with brilliant British actors in the London National Theatre’s Studio in Spring 2004. The company started to work on their newest piece, based on Ibsen’s classical drama, The Wild Duck, approaching the unfolding story as a collection of memories, a history they all share and to which they also link their personal associations. Therefore the drama no longer exists, it is only the memory of the drama that the spectators are also invited to share. It is the missing link, Hedvig and her death, that unites everyone: the audience and the actors, the characters of the drama, whom perhaps we can no longer consider actors or characters, at the dinner table, to relive the events of the past.’

(Hudi)