A QUESTION OF TIME
A short play by Carmen
Firan
Bob – an American
businessman in
Rome
Alfredo – a middle age
Italian met in the street
Richard – American,
Bob’s partner
Gina – a young Italian
woman passing by
Rome,
Italy.
Middle of the day. Bob is rushing to a meeting. He realizes he forgot his
watch in the hotel room. He stops a man in the street (Alfredo).
BOB – Excuse me, do you
know what time it is, please?
ALFREDO - Oh, yeah! This
is exactly the question I put
myself all the time.
BOB - Excuse me?
ALFREDO - I wish I
knew…But sometimes I feel like I really know, you know what I mean? What is
time? A serpent. A drop. An endless sheet. The distance between my childhood
and the nearest star. I’m joking. Of course I know what time is. There are
watches, clocks, bells all over the place. They don’t leave you alone; they
don’t let you live in peace.
BOB - Look, I didn’t mean
to bother you. It was just a question.
ALFREDO - And I’ll be
happy to answer if you’d have a little time.
BOB – Well, I don’t.
ALFREDO – How do you
know?
BOB – What do you mean?
ALFREDO - If you don’t
know what time is, how do you know you don’t have any?
BOB - Sorry but I’m
really in a hurry.
ALFREDO - Of course you
are, everybody is. We are rushing, right?
BOB – Right.
ALFREDO – No use.
BOB – Still.
ALFREDO – Ah, you,
Americans! Always on the run. You want to conquer the earth, the sky,
everything. Fine. But what about time?
BOB – Can you tell me
what it is, please?
ALFREDO – I think I
could…
BOB – (inpatient, he
wants to leave) It was nice talking to you…
ALFREDO – You didn’t talk
to me… You didn’t have time to talk to me. And it wasn’t nice at all.
BOB - Please excuse me
now…I have to run.
ALFREDO – Don’t.
BOB – Sorry?
ALFREDO – Don’t be
afraid, I’m not a madman, as it might have crossed your mind.
BOB – I don’t think you
are mad but…
ALFREDO – Although I
could be, who knows? We all are. Or better said, since the mad are free the
sane ones, very few, I assure you, should be quarantined.
BOB – Good point.
ALFREDO – I have some
more.
BOB – I have no doubt but
I don’t have time now, can you understand that?
ALFREDO – Would you have
later?
BOB – What?
ALFREDO – Time.
BOB – For what?
ALFREDO – For me, let’s
say.
BOB – Sir…
ALFREDO – For yourself,
then.
BOB – Look, I need to
run. Right now!
ALFREDO – Now is the
time. Believe me.
BOB – For what?
ALFREDO – For stopping
all this running. In one’s life it comes a moment when you have to stop. I
can feel now is your time.
BOB – Yeah, perfect
moment! Why not drop everything when you are in the pick and go at leisure
thinking of nothing?!
ALFREDO – See, you just
asked the most important question in the world and now you want to run?
BOB – Sir, I have an
important meeting.
ALFREDO – A matter of
life and death, did I guess well?
BOB – More than that.
ALFREDO – Your job?
BOB – Now you are.
ALFREDO – A job that
brings you nothing.
BOB- Oh, it does, believe
me!
ALFREDO – Nothing but
money, I mean. You’re running like crazy from a place to another, from a
meeting to another without understanding the essence of things, the essence
of time…
BOB –Cheap clichés.
ALFREDO – Then here is
another one also established by you: Time is money. But time is also
a crack in the wall, an opened window to the vast sky, a flower blooming
overnight, the silence of solitude and the passing noise of happiness, a
summer afternoon in the country, your face reflected in the calm water of a
lake older then yesterday and younger than tomorrow. Why don’t you choose
these clichés instead of time is money? Aren’t they good enough to
define time? Are they too week or too strong for your feeling of time?
Because, my friend, time is just a feeling, nothing more. No measure, no
dimension, nothing to be touched, reached or counted.
BOB - Nonsense.
ALFREDO – What makes
sense then?
BOB – I don’t have the
big picture but I can tell you that for me, now, the sense is definitely to
make it to my meeting. That’s why I came to Rome. I’m paid well for that, I
was flown first class, put in a five stars hotel where, by the way, I forgot
my damn watch. Never happened before…Otherwise instead of wasting my time
with you, now I would have been already in the conference room negotiating a
contract. A very important contract, sir, I was brought here for a great
mission. Jesus, look at me, I’m trying to explain myself now, that’s
unbelievable!
ALFREDO – Fair enough.
BOB – What a bad idea to
stop you and ask for time! From all these people crossing streets I had to
choose you! What a doomed day!
ALFREDO – It could turn
out to be your lucky one, actually.
BOB – Tell me about it!
ALFREDO – There is no
time.
BOB – Great!
ALFREDO – Time doesn’t
exist.
BOB – I bet.
ALFREDO – It’s only in
our head. Everything is in there. We established the distance between 0 and
1, we started measuring, counting, parceling the universe, we invented the
beginning and the end, we screw-up everything, put limits to the infinitum,
to the Word that was given to us to keep it. And now we are struggling to
surpass the limits. We invented the whole shit. And now we don’t know how to
handle it anymore. We lost control.
BOB – I’m loosing my
patience. What do you want from me?
ALFREDO – Don’t worry,
I’m not a conman. I don’t keep you busy with my talk just to steal your
wallet. I guess this is what you think about Italians. Thieves.
BOB – Of course not.
ALFREDO – Of course not!
You don’t dare to say what you really think. Your politically correctness
brainwashed. Left you with no attitude, no passion. I’m not saying
Europeans are better. Xenophobes, you know? Trying to keep alive dead
history, to rule in the memory of their lost empires. For instance, they
admire America
but they are Anti-Americans, precisely because they envy you, because you
are the last empire of western power. And they are not shy to show it.
BOB –That’s your problem.
For me it’s enough. Bye, now!
ALFREDO – Listen, give me
a moment. You asked me what time is…I could spend the whole day telling you
about that, but now I’m asking you just for a moment. What is a moment in
your long, fulfilled life? Nothing. And what is time? A long line of
moments, right?
BOB – Right.
ALFREDO – But if a moment
is nothing that means time is a long line of nothingness.
BOB – I couldn’t care
less at the moment.
ALFREDO – Wrong. You
should care for every moment of your life. One moment can change everything.
One moment …and you’re gone.
BOB – Is this part of
your Latin mentality to talk so much, about everything? For Christ’s sake,
I asked you the most simple, normal question in the world. You could just
have answered me the simplest way, it is
10:15,
10: 30, or even
11! Why all this torture? You probably use to think Americans are dry,
standard folks. Well, let me tell you, it is better this way. We are at
least precise and decent, and we save a lot of time. When somebody asks us
in the street what time is it, we’ll give him the answer right away: It is
10:30. That’s it!
ALFREDO – It’s much later
than this.
BOB – Is it? Then is too
late…
ALFREDO - It was too late
from the beginning.
BOB – You think so?
ALFREDO – It’s always too
late.
BOB – Can you be serious
for a second?
ALFREDO – I’m serious
most of the time.
BOB – So why do you play
with words like this?
ALFREDO – Don’t tell me
you don’t get what I’m telling you. You do very well. You are a quick, smart
guy, ready to sign the contract of the year for your successful company. You
are reliable and competent, but you are afraid of words. You are afraid of
the truth.
BOB – I’m not.
ALFREDO – Truth is
something you are not used to face, it’s not part of your philosophy. You
don’t have time for truth as you don’t have time for yourself. Truth is
disturbing, often unpleasant, it forces you to think, to react, it
challenges you to change the order and the priorities in your life and you
can’t afford this. You are trained and paid to do not to think, for
obedience not for revolt, to keep up with the mechanism not to escape it.
Facing the truth is a matter of courage, it’s marvelous, yes, but can also
be dangerous. You need guts for it.
BOB – Sir…
ALFREDO – I know you have
that. That’s why you are still here talking to me although you missed your
important meeting.
BOB – How do you know I
missed the meeting? You don’t even know what time is it.
ALFREDO – It’s too late
anyway.
BOB – Don’t start again!
ALFREDO – OK. Too late
for your meeting but just on time to get something out of this loss.
BOB – God, I might even
lose my job!
ALFREDO - There is a gain
in every loss.
BOB – You don’t know what
you are talking!
ALFREDO – Let me tell you
a story.
BOB – Oh, no!
ALFREDO – A short one.
Good stories are short.
BOB – Who the heck are
you?
ALFREDO – The guy you
stopped to ask what time it is.
BOB – Right.
ALFREDO – The fool.
BOB – Sorry?
ALFREDO – The king's fool
. A looser myself.
BOB – Are you usually
doing this to people?
ALFREDO – Doing what?
BOB – Talking to
strangers, stealing their time, turning their lives upside down.
ALFREDO – Did I do this
to you?
BOB – I don’t know, man.
You seem to have the whole time in the world. Are you retired?
ALFREDO – Au contraire. I
work hard. With my illusions. My dreams. My utopias. My personal losses.
With people like you. And much harder, with myself. You know, one of my
dreams was to be retired while young and to work in my old age. This is the
way it should be. Enjoy your time and learn when you are strong, alert, and
fresh, and work after 50 when time doesn’t count anymore.
BOB – Did your dream come
true?
ALFREDO – It did. But
it’s hard to live with fulfilled dreams.
BOB – You are too much.
ALFREDO – You must know
that, though. You are a man who lived with fulfilled dreams too. Career,
good job, money. Women? Of course, women! You are handsome and successful.
Then what? Then the fear. The fear of time passing, the fear of lock of
time, the fear of death, or even worse, the fear of loneliness.
BOB – That’s why you are
stopping people in the street? That’s why you need to talk? To cope with
your loneliness?
ALFREDO – First of all,
you stopped me, if you remember. You addressed me the first question. You
needed to talk.
BOB – I can’t believe
this! Are you accusing me for all these meaningless conversation?
ALFREDO – Do you think it
was meaningless?
BOB – I asked you
something.
ALFREDO – What time is, I
know.
BOB – No, forget about
time. I asked you if you are lonely.
ALFREDO – Who isn’t, my
friend?
BOB – Can you please
answer me? Did you ever answer any question in your life?
ALFREDO – I’m not stupid.
I don’t have any answer. But I can teach you something.
BOB – You don’t have
answers but you can give me lessons!
ALFREDO – I’ll teach you
how to cheat time. So you’ll find the answer to your question on your own.
BOB – What question?
ALFREDO – What time is,
remember?
BOB – I hate time! I
don’t want to know what time is. I don’t need to.
ALFREDO – See? You are a
good student. I knew you deserve to know how to cheat. Here is the story: I
was young, lonely and insecure, and spent my days trying to understand
something. Something little from the big unknown. But it dawned on me that
to find out even the smallest true I would need several lives, tones of
books, an endless time… And as you already know, in this life there is no
time for anything, and in the mean time, it’s too late for everything.
BOB – Obviously!
ALFREDO – Then I hit the
time from a different direction. I discovered that if you ignore it, it will
cease to exist. If you don’t think of it, it will stop. As simple as this.
For instance, let’s suppose you have a deadline, a paper to write in 3 hours
from now. You are under pressure and you fear you’ll never do it on time. If
you place your watch on the table in front of you, checking all the time how
much is left until your deadline, the tension will grow and the time will
run like crazy. If you ignored the watch when you begun writing your paper,
you have all the time ahead. Make an experiment. Start writing the paper
without knowing what time is. After a while check your watch, you’ll be
surprise how much you managed to write in a very short time, but from that
moment on,
time will begin to run with different intensity. From that moment on you
would have no time to reach your deadline. Simply because acknowledging it,
you invested it with the energy of passing, so it begun to exist, to run, to
rule over you. You became from the master of the endless time the slave of
its limits.
BOB – This is why you
didn’t want to tell me what time is it, when I asked you?
ALFREDO – No. I felt
lonely and I wanted to talk to someone. Go now.
BOB – Why shall I go now?
ALFREDO – You are running
off time.
Richard, Bob’s
partner, runs into them in the street. He’s rushing, agitated.
RICHARD – Hey, Bob, how
are you?! I’m so glad I met you, man! I called your room but at the hotel
and they told me you had left earlier.
BOB –Sorry I missed the
meeting. I supposed everybody was shocked. I feel terrible.
RICHARD– What are you
talking about? The meeting will start shortly. But we’ll be fine. Can you
imagine? I forgot my watch at home. I don’t even know what time is it.
BOB – Let me introduce my
friend…
(He turns to introduce
Alfredo but this one disappeared. Bob is puzzled. Richard doesn’t pay
attention. He stops a young woman in the street.)
RICHARD – Excuse me, can
you please tell me what time is it?
GINA – (smiling,
joking) - What would you like to be?
BOB – Oh, no! Not again!
GINA - (She checks her
watch)- It’s 11 o’clock.
RICHARD – Thank you. (He
turns to Bob) We’ll be on time, thanks God! We even have time for a
coffee. Italian. The best.
BOB – (to Gina) -
Do you have time for a coffee?
GINA – Sorry, I don’t. (She
wants to leave)
BOB – Don’t say that. You
have all the time in the world. You don’t realize that’s all. And stop
caring your watch with you.
(Gina avoids looking
at him and leaves in a hurry)
RICHARD – What’s wrong
with you, man?
BOB – (composes
himself) - You’re right, let’s go. I bet there is no time left.
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