A duel between Beckett and Handke, great masters of theatre, in which acting meets performance, the past collides with the present, the art of acting is measured against that of listening, repetition with the unpredictability of the here and now. A single performance for two different texts, two monologues far apart in everything, played one after the other as in a dialogue, like an echo, to encourage a confrontation on power and memory. But how does a dialogue come about? Who will have the last word? Beckett's actor or Handke's nameless woman? But above all: is it really necessary for someone to have the last word?
