The Trial

Directed by: Botond Nagy
Adapted by Diana Nechit from F. Kafka's novel

Cast: Gyan Ros Zimmermann, Daniel Bucher, Emőke Boldizsár, Viorel Rață, Eva Frățilă, Ada Bicfalvi, Isabela Haiduc, Malena Silberschmidt, David Cristian, Daniel Plier

Stage design: Alin Gavrilă

Costumes: Ioana Ungureanu

Muzic & sound design: Claudiu Urse

Video & light design: Cristi Niculescu

Dramatic adaptation: Diana Nechit

Choreography: Adriana Bârză Cârstea

Head of the German section: Hunor Horvath

Project manager: Daria Ciobanu

Photo, video: Andrei Văleanu

Graphics: Cristian Urse

Assistant for choreography: Isabela Haiduc

Translation: Cynthia Pinter
Subtitles: Ioana Moldovan
Director assistant : Miruna Rusu

Marketing assistant: Antonia Ecatrinescu, Violeta Buduleci

Technical director: Nicolae Văcariu

Sound: Alex Androniciuc

Lights: Sergiu Pașcalău

Props: Nicu Dogariu

Cabins: Angelica Cosma
Voice coach: Eva Inselmann

Please be advised that this performance uses strobe lighting effects (intense flashing lights) and theatrical smoke. The performance is not recommended for people with photosensitive epilepsy or respiratory sensitivities.

Synopsis

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In such a turbulent world, it often feels like you are living in a simulation. That our life is nothing more than a marathon in a labyrinth where we define our religion, our destiny, our love and our dreams as spaces of rest. Sometimes we stop along the way.

Kafka's Process captures the surreal feeling of floating between a dream and a distant memory. Joseph K.'s story revolves around themes of time, dream states, the afterlife, healing and consciousness.

Joseph K.'s story is our own daily story, in which we are often overwhelmed by the questions of the future.

The first day of school – what will it be like?

The first bike ride – won’t I fall?

The first kiss – what will I feel?

The first day in a foreign country – how do I survive?

The first day with our new baby – will I be good enough?

The first parent was buried - is there life after loss?

How does life actually work? What are its laws? Where will the records of our innocence be scrapped? We are cycles of dust, we experience better or worse days without knowing why the printer of our life is running out of ink.

How much can we really control? Can we really control our lives or do we just live with this impression? Is control controlled by its own need to control?