What is Bambiland? A radiophonic piece? Notes carelessly scribbled down in a daily schedule? A good Marxist Decalogue? A chat session between god and the devil? The story of blood-injected-eye tv-addict? A stand-up comedy performance? A line dropped out of the international section in the evening news? Is it a western? Is it worship to the great phallus? The description of an ancient people's downfall? A re-writing of The Persians in a comedy key? Invasion chronics? An amusement park's commercial? An appendix in the New Testament? A brilliant text? Or a common places overflow? The answer is: yes, and many other things as well.
Who speaks in Bambiland? Jelinek? George W.? A remote-control-in¬-hand fat lady? Aeschylus ? Nietzsche? A CNN reporter? Dick Cheney in the middle of a masturbatory orgasm? Flipper, the friendly dolphin? A politically correct Amnesty International spokesperson? God or Jesus? A second hand car dealer? Rosa Luxemburg's spirit? Mickey Mouse? A raging mother claiming for her dead son?
Answer is: all of them, and many other as well.
Staging purpose is, then: let all these facts, all these voices flow in a single act, in a single voice.
Emilio García Wehbi