“My name is Tiziano Cruz. I come from a village called San Francisco, in the department of Valle Grande in the province of Jujuy, in northern Argentina. I was born and raised on the border between Chile and Bolivia; the land I ran around on during my childhood is home to nine indigenous communities. I dedicate this work to them.” So begins the performative lecture that opens Soliloquio (I got up and banged my head against the wall): a dedication to the forgotten peoples, spoken in the open air, on the street that leads to the theatre to which black people do not have access. How can one be a migrant in one’s own territory? How can one get out of these spaces of invisibilisation, discrimination, and aporophobia*? Fifty-eight letters sent from Cordoba to his mother during the lockdown inspired the dramaturgy of this prologue where the work and the rites of his village, and the coloured braiding with which the animals are crowned to attract the benefits of Pachamama, are described. The performer enters the stage dressed in the signs of this triumphant folklore to confront art with his identities. A solitary, trembling and powerful performance.

*The word refers to fear and hostility towards people who live in poverty and precariousness.