Premiere: 25th December 2012 at the Bitef Theater (season 2012/2013)
“In many traditional Kosovar households, it still happens that the wives of those who went missing during the war continue to live with their husband’s family, even though more than ten years have passed since the war. The right to their lives, which once belonged to their husbands, now belongs to his family. They don’t have a “private” life at all. Whatever they do could be interpreted as something that comes directly from their husband’s family, so they must be under control in order to protect the family’s honor. But what happens if the husband’s family consists only of his mother? Is she able to control the situation with a “firm hand”? And how does she manage to maintain the household when haunted by memories of her missing son, whom she tried to hide in the basement of the house? How does she retain power in a situation where her daughter-in-law’s expectations regarding her missing husband are different and where the two women hurt each other, bringing their relationship to an (impossible) resolution? ‘Prst’ explores this relationship in the context of the most sensitive issue in Kosovo today: the issue of the missing, but from the completely new, for this society radical position of women left behind. ‘The Finger’ is a finger that doesn’t know which direction to point and can’t reveal the perpetrator. ‘The Finger’ is also the shadow of a huge finger pointing at you, making you feel guilty. It is a finger that offers both reconciliation and separation. It is an excuse to cry over trivial pain caused by trivial household chores, as a mask for a greater, less banal pain inside. It is a constant reminder that something bad has been done and that everything can fall apart. It is a threat. It is something you scratch yourself with. It is something you touch with.”
Doruntina Basha
“Two women. They can’t stand being together anymore, but they can’t live without each other either. The only way to change their situation is for one to hurt the other. The more they hurt each other, the more alive they feel.”
Ana Tomović



