After La nostra classe, Carme Portaceli opens a door to the work of Israel’s most important author, Hanoch Levin. This playwright, director and poet paints an irrevocable portrait of humanity that transcends all borders with Pere Arquillué as Krum.

Krum (“crust” in Hebrew), Levin’s anti-hero, returns home with an empty suitcase after a lengthy absence. The trip was a complete failure: he didn’t find success – financial or otherwise – and he remains unmarried.
When he gets home, the idyllic world he had envisaged is completely different. Dreamless, paralyzed, lethargic. It is as if, during his absence, nobody had done anything whatsoever, as if they had forgotten to grow or evolve.
Life is a series of minor events where nothing important ever happens: just births, weddings, and funerals. Yet of everyone, Krum (the crust) is the most passive of all. Others get married, others die. Others want to live. But Krum is like a spectator who has lost himself and suddenly surfaces to inhabit a world of illusions.
A being who sees the world as a mise-en-scène filled with his fears and fantasies. An impressive portrait, brimming with humor, of a tiny world we all inhabit.
Carme Portaceli