Dragomán György and the Romeral Garden
Before the reading we just have a brief time to walk around the Romeral garden, but it is enough to give me a sense of the eerie calm and majesty of the place. The air if full with the greenish smelling steam of coming rain, as I walk under a quince-pear tree, I thrust my hand up inside to foliage to caress the velvety skin of the fruit, it leaves a sweat and tart smell on my skin. Claudia Schaefer, Ann Bateson and Félix Valdivieso rush me along the paths, terraces and windings stairs, they seem a bit nervous as we decide who will read where, I don’t share their tension, I just know everything will be fine, this garden is such a majestic venue that the reading will be much more than itself. I love gardens and parks, wherever I travel I always tray to walk around and get a bit lost in a park.
Gardens have souls of their own, and this one seems to possess an especially vibrant presence. We rush along, but it makes us slow down, clearly it’s pulse is beating to a different, calmer rhythm. Diego Luna arrives, and suddenly the audience is here too, we get a nice crowd, but the garden absorbs us all, as we walk from venue to venue. It is amazing to see how the ambiance of the garden changes with the crowd, its somber majesty gives way to an air inquisitive anticipation.
Among the chestnut trees there is a rectangular basin full of goldfish. The basin serves as a constant source of water for the garden, a stream is tricking from it. This is where I am going to read my part. I set down my bag to get my book and I find a chestnut, not fully open yet. As I pick it up the pod separates and spits its smooth round pebble of a fruit into my palm. This is my gift from the garden, I got it in advance, before even reading my story. I squeeze the chestnut, then I take out my book and find what I am going to read. It ‘s called Tulips (http://gyorgydragoman.com/?p=199&language=en ), a story about stealing flowers. I actually never read it in a real garden before.Tweet