Dialogue By Ingrid Urán

Mr. Fernandez and Winnie

As a professor, Mr. Fernandez loves to read. His computer is always in links where he can find news books or maybe books write by authors whom use special techniques. One day, Mr. Fernandez is looking for a literature’s book; he wants to read a monologue, because he thinks the monologue is interesting technique talk with you for minutes or hours. Well, he finds “Happy Days” by Samuel Beckett, and reading the synopsis he decides to buy it.

Mr. Fernandez starts the book, he knows Winnie and her husband, and he smiles thinking Winnie is weird. Walking although his house, he hears a voice:

“Hey, hey, Professor” Someone calls him.

“Look at me, here behind you.” Mr. Fernandez turns his head, opens a huge eyes. He is surprised, Winnie is here.

“Professor, are you ok? I’m not a ghost or phantom, you just are reading about me. I’m Winnie, the woman happiest of the world.”

“No,no Winnie. I do not believe that. Winnie, you are hiding your feelings, maybe you are got a warped sense of humor. Yeah, that is the reason because you always are looking for your memories, looking for your happy days. Let me know do you have fears of loose your husband? Are not you independent woman?”

“Fears of, fears of, what do you say? He is my husband, he has sworn be with me all his life. He is like a dog; his duty is be next to me. Protecting our past, our happy days and overall the secret. Independent? One day I was independent, now I am become a recluse in this hill of lies.”

“Ok, Winnie, talking of the past; we do not forget the mistakes and we could construct a best time, however your past , your memories only tell your experiences , so you are self reliant person who just loves being the center of regards like peacock .”

“Stop, professor,. why do you hurt my feelings? I don’t want to be in the present, the present is like gun, I wish to be in the past, the past is like gold cage. A gold cage where I am sure and I feel free. Yes, yes, here when I am the queen and I can have the power of decide. “

“Ouch, I feel strange. The cage does not let you to know your future. Not, not, I mean your present, because the future does not exist Winnie. You are just an egocentric, hiding your reality in your bag and using your umbrella like staff. You need ….”

“Honey, honey, wake up”. A sweet voice is calling Mr. Fernandez. He had remaneid slept reading the book, he had been dreaming with a special, striking and schemer woman called Winnie.

A chic wastebin <3

If you take a look to my character’s room you will see a huge closet full of short and tight miniskirts, a colorful collection of sexy dresses, a mountain of tight and fashionable jeans in every color they are made, a hundred of bags made of leather and other materials, a lot of heels.In front of her closet there is a big mirror in which she looks at herself every morning and every time she is going out for her dates.

Next to the mirror there is an elegant chiffonier on which there are many lipsticks and eyes masks. There also is a beautiful chest made of wood in which she keeps her earrings and sophisticated necklaces.

Her bedroom is usually a mess with clothes thrown away as if someone had been looking for something. There, next to the window, there is her cat’s pillow. I think her cat is the only living being who has valued her love, a real love.

Her cell phone often rings at every time; in the morning, in the afternoon but most of the times, at night. It is the announcement for a fun and a crazy night.

In her waste bin there are many shopping malls bills, the bill of the gym is also there, parking bills of many places and many restaurants’ bills, too. She does not have any concern to take care of. Her answer machine also talks to her father when hecalls. She does not like talk to him, he is always asking her to do something with her life.

In front of his huge and comfortable bed there is a shelf. It holds some medicine books she used to read during her first two years at the University. She looks at them no more but she has not decided when she is going to throw them away, it is maybe because, although she does not accept it, they bring her those memories she will not forget very deeply in her heart.

Delia's Best Friend

With her Scotch in her hand, she goes out of the office. She walks through the hall, knocks on a brown door and her boss answers. Come in! She enters and with a serene voice says:

-          It’s time for me to go. Have a nice day.

Delia goes back to her office, takes two pictures of her two sons that are on her desk, a small cactus, and her red purse. She goes out of the building. She is crossing the street when she runs into Winnie.

It’s been years since Delia hasn’t seen her. They used to be really good friends. They met when they were eleven years old and Winnie has been always so kind that Delia didn’t doubt to invite her to have a drink at her house but instate Winnie invited her to go to her house because she didn’t want to leave her husband alone. Delia didn’t have any trouble with that, actually she felt excited. They started to walk and all of a sudden Winnie says: - you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. It’s been very nice of you just to say hi. Delia felt confused about that commentary so she just smiled and said nothing. All of a sudden Delia found her self in the middle of an unknown place. They were in a mountain and Delia couldn’t understand how. Winnie invites her to have a sit and she pretends not to see the expression of confusion in Delia’s face.   

Winnie: Are those your boys in that picture?

Delia: Yes. They are grown-ups now.

Winnie: Isn’t it that wonderful?

Delia: Yeah. (Delia looks around. Where to sit, she wonders. She doesn’t want to get dirty)

Winnie: What a beautiful cactus you have there.

Delia: Yeah. (Delia keeps looking around) 

Winnie: Why do you keep looking around? Is there something here you haven’t seen before? I know Willie has become older and quitter but… even you knew that it was going to happen. He was going to get tired of me. Didn’t you say that the time I told you we were going to come here to live forever together?

Delia: Yeah… I know. I don’t know what is going on with me. Maybe it’s just that it’s been so long since we don’t see each other. (She pauses and later smiling says) I felt so happy when I saw you.

Winnie: Me too honey. That’s the most beautiful feeling in life. Isn’t it?

Delia: Yes. It is. You always reminded me my childhood. Always taking that bag everywhere. I used to have a gone too, you know? (Pause) I loved it since the very first time I saw it. I loved all the possibilities it could give you.

Winnie: Well you know I really like it. I love this kind of things that give you possibilities. Isn’t that wonderful about life?

Delia: So… What have you been up to?

Winnie: Well the housework keeps me busy.

Delia: How is Willie?

Winnie: He is sick and tired of me but he is still there. Always being so patient. Isn’t he wonderful?   

Delia: you always used to say he was all you needed. Isn’t it a little bit lonely here? What does Willie say?

Winnie: He is comfortable here, that is why we haven’t move from here. You know I do everything for him.

Delia: I wish I had the patience you two have. Do you remember Antonio?

Winnie: yes! Wasn’t he wonderful? I bet you must be very happy with him.   

Delia: I am since we split up. Now we are neighbours and really good friends.

Winnie: that’s wonderful. (She pauses to think) Did he get tired of you? Did you get tired of him?

Delia: We both got tired and as you used to tell me “there is always an election”. Right?

Winnie: Yes. You are right but haven’t you been feeling alone?

Delia: YES. I HAVE. I HAVE. I’VE BEEN TERREBLY ALONE. (Passing her fingers trough her hair) Today I realized I don’t have to work anymore so… I quit and to be honest Winnie I’m scared. Don’t you have Scotch here? Talk to you it’s always hard without Scotch.

Winnie: you know I always do.  There you go.

Delia: Thanks. You know me very well. All I know to do is to work but you were right the last time. I was using work to escape from myself.       

Winnie:  you have always done that. Don’t you remember the last time we saw? We were at your bedroom and you told us you didn’t want to see us again. I followed you all day. You stopped drinking on Saturdays thinking you would stop seeing us. (Smiling) I’m glad you have come back.

Delia: did you always know that Antonio and me were going to separate?

Winnie: Some how I did. Antonio didn’t seem to be so patient as my Willie.

Delia: what am I going to do now with all this freedom Winnie? (Delia takes the gone in her hands and observes it)

Winnie: (staring at the gone) why don’t you come to live with us? That gone has always been giving you that wonderful possibility. We could live happy days here. Don’t you think?

Delia woke up scared in Antonio’s house. She was beside him. She had been drinking with him after she left the building. She stoop up and decided to travel to Argentine that day because she remember she has always loved Tango. 

WATCH OUT!

Thursday, June 16th
Deadline for the dialogue you created between Winnie and your character.
Remember you must hand in a printed version of it.

DIALOGUE

Grace decided to walk on the sand today because she liked to keep on moving. Then she arrived to Winnie's place and she sat down next to Winnie to hear what was going on with that woman there.

Winsie: I am feeling fine here, this day is wonderful.

Grace: yes it is but maybe it would be better if you could move on.

W: maybe but I am feeling really happy here. The sand and the light of sun are very good for me. And I have a husband next to me, I am not alone as you p old woman.

Grace: you are right I am alone, I have lived alone

W: that must hurt

Grace: yes sometimes it hurts, but the pain is a feeling that all of us has to cope. But i have the satisfaction that i don't hurt anyone with it, that is pleasant for me.

W: But it is better if you find someone who share the pain with you. I have my husband to share all my feelings and thoughts.

Grace: it would be better if you find someone to share your happiness most of all. To find Someone who enjoys to spent time with you not just the pain.

W: I have my husband here as you see. And because of that i am great.

Grace: why he doesn't hear and talk to you?

W: I don't know but he is with me that is all what i need, sometimes he doesn't hear me but i don't care about it.

Grace: maybe it is because you speak a lot and you say nothing really important for both.

W: He payed me attention Before. I used to ask his opinion but that opinion i hated.

Grace: What he said about you and him?

W: he thought our life was a routine, He wanted we keep on moving.

But i don't like that i just want he spents time with me in this beautiful place, that is all what I need.

Grace: well this place is good but you are stucked here you can't move and because of you he can't move either. And I don't think he is fine, I think he is frustrated and wastes time with you.

W: He is my husband he has to dedicate all his time to me, the same as i do. That is important for me

Grace: but not for him you repeat how good is the day, but for you. However you are getting lost into the sand. He keeps thinking about his woman, who doesn't want to see what is happening. He could help you if you would accept that you are desappearing into the sand.

W: I am not desappearing i am fine..am great all is right here.

Grace: well that is the problem, you don't accept you are crazy. he is waiting you to ask for help. He keeps the hope.

W: I can enjoy the sun here I m fine.

Grace: you are vanishing and it is killing him, because he doesn't want it. He tried to help you but he could not because you always said all is right. So now he tries to ignore you. But he can't leave you here despite of your crassness.

w: He is fine i can see it. if he wouldn't want to stay here with me, he could leave me . As you can see he is free

Grace: he can't leave you because it is so late for you and for him. Even if he could go he is not able of leaving you. too many time had passed , and he is tied to you because of years.

W: but i am fine here I am happy. He can go if he wants I can't detain him.

Grace: he can't live without you and he knows you need him.

W: but I can live without him he doesn't hear me so.........i don't need him

Grace: you don't mind if he hears you. Because you never heard him all you want is he spents time with you, it doesn't matter if he is boring or happy. You never cared about it.

w: what is supose i have to do? ...i am great here

Grace: just let him help you to go out from this place.

W: not this place is wonderful you don't see it? The sun , the sun shines more for me today.

Grace: okey so bye I have to keep on moving I have a lot of places and people to know. You will die here and you will kill him too.

WINSIE

WINSIE

The last shimmer of her soul was going out with the sun light, she stay there like a dying animal, not breath, not blinking, not even a frown from her face, her spirit dauntless, inside her was uncomfortable with this eternal patience that kill any sense of sanity. The day couldn’t be more normal, the same thoughts, the same view, the same memories; everything had happened in the middle of that heavy routine that she couldn’t stand anymore. Her mind was full of sadness and desperation, the flashbacks of the last fights, she tried before, started to get fuzzy . She had been defeated by that trap, she had been defeated by her life, defeated by her impossibility to escape, she wanted to quarrel but something out there was stronger than her. There was in her mind a place that she filled up with mind-garbage, just like past time thoughts and those desires that she never fought for: the time when her daddy decided to go away, all her school victories, her abortion, her three or four friends who never call back when she got merry, the day she got marry, books she had read, letters, her pleasant moments, her dresses, the club and of course her mother. There were the desires too: the day she finally gets out of there, her children, her divorced, fights, freedom, liquor, new friends, flings, travels and different kind of things she wanted to do. This entire stupid situation begins when she got marry, she understood this at the third month, when he started to talk, touch and stare less and less.

The next morning Winsie still there just like twenty years ago, buried to the waist in a mound of scorched earth, next to her there was Winnie’s bag with the few possessions she had, her stronger part, Winnie, was there too, obviously since she chare the same body. It was a gray day, the wind blew on her face cold and heavy, all of a sudden a downpour started to wet all of her misery. She knew that these kind of days undermine the strong Winnie’s optimism, those moments when Winnie lost part of her power and Winsie rebirth for a few moments. Then Winsie realized that this was her last change, she took a breath and with her resting energy she took Winnie’s bag and throw it away. Then she waited.

Winnie nodded many times, she twisted her head from one side to another, and then she replied.
– My bag, where is my bag oh God don’t do this to me, not in this heaven day please. That bag is all I have, is my daily routine, what else I will do.
Then a mystery voice became from her. – Hey Winnie is me, don’t you remember me
I’m Winsie.
- Winsie what are you doing there, I thought you were dead. She said terrified
- That’s what you want to believe Winnie, because you are afraid of me.
- That’s not true. She said trying to hide her fear.
- Ok, you know finally I throw away that stupid bag you had. The only think you have in this miserable place.
- Why did you do that, you know what means that bag for me.
- Yes I do, but I need to get out of here, why do you want to stay? There’s nothing here for us.
- Yes there is Winsie, tranquility. I don’t need anything else to be happy.
- You think this is life, you think this is happiness, there is not more that long days, talking with yourself, with the same stupid routine. We need something else, we need to take new risks, we need to feel life just like it is.
- No you are wrong. I have everything I need, I have my heaven days, I have, my umbrella, sometimes I have my Willie, and my bag, not for now but something is going to bring it back, I know.
- No, wake up, there is not heaven days, there is not Willie anymore, and know your bag is gone. What else do you need to open your eyes? If you stay there you will regret it soon.
Then a long silence took place and then Winnie said.
- That’s why I’m the stronger one, because I know what is best for us.
- No. you are the stronger one because what you do is the easy decision to take, because you are afraid to life, because you give up, because you are the master of your fucking piece of mound. You always count with me; you know I will help you to fight back, because the things we had lived before were the best part of our life.
EDWARD FABIAN CANO 0439920

THE DIALOGUE

What's happening? I do not know where I am. Everything here is dark. I can’t see my own shadow, I am afraid. I hope not to be alone; Willie should be somewhere. What’s that noise? Willie is that you? Answer me, Willie, Willie. I think I can hear you. Willie please answers me. This place is very strange, everything is very dark. I can barely see my steps. God, I just remember something. My bag, where is my bag? That can not be possible I lost my bag this is terrible. Willie help me to find my bag I just lost it, come and help me Willie, you're looking at the place where you are? Thanks Willie, I know my bag should be around here, it can’ be gone, all my life is inside that bag.

-Hey what are you looking for?
-Who are you?
-My name is Clarisse. Who are you?
- I am Winnie? Where are we? What is this place?
- I just woke up and I am as stunned as you.
-Winnie come and helps me to find my bag. I have some stuff that might be useful.
-But I can’t see you.
-It´s ok just follow my voice.
Clarisse stretched her hands trying to find the girl.
-There you are.
-Oh thanks to God. I’m and Willie is my husband, you can’t n see but he is there. Willie the lady is greeting you, say hello Willie, Willie are you listening? Well no matter, Willie is a little bit shy.
-What are we doing here Clarisse? The truth I don’t know how I arrive here, but tell me what has the bag you are looking for so desperately,
-Everything
- What the hell are you saying? I’ve lost more important things in my life than just a bag, I've suffered a lot since my childhood and yet I am a happy woman,
-Clarisse, I am also happy I have my hat, my clothes, my umbrella and I have Willie.
- Winnie you don’t need any of those things to be really happy,
-I’m sorry Clarisse, it might be stupid what I’m going to say, but perhaps you don’t have a special place where you keep your memories.
- Yes I have. I have something like that but this isn’t an old bag full of memories, this place is my heart, besides you shouldn’t take refuge in those objects. You are not alone, you are with Willie.
- No Clarisse that isn’t true at all. Willie is not real, he has never existed. He is just a creation I made to support my life full of loneliness and sadness.
-Wait… now I remember everything… before being here I remember the cold barrel of the browning pistol in my head… after that everything went dark.

Javier Ramos