ABSTRACT
Today the Balkans — the cradle of the ancient theater — are turned into a gigantic scene on which one of the oddest and the most fearful dramas written by History itself takes place. This is a real stage — the word meaning a “tent” — which swings and flaps its tarpaulin as a bird ready to take off and fall apart into feathers and down. The Balkan peoples enter the stage as the choruses — the overlords of the ancient drama. As of yet there are no personalities to lead the choruses and to embody the tragedy and the strength of the epoch. Tens of millions of human beings, “hypnotized” hitherto and deprived for decades of the right to exercise their own will, awake from the sleep of communist illusions.
