I live in Dublin, Ireland. Sometimes. Most times I live in my head, quite unaware of my surroundings – if you know what I mean… If you succeed in tracking Sean Walsh, please let me know, ok? I've been searching for him for years…
A family unit in Jerusalem 2000 plus years ago… Mum, Dad, son, daughter…
Into this sunny household, a dark cloud… Cold… Misach, the son, is suddenly possessed.
The family now confused, disturbed, torn apart… Then a ray of hope: Veronica, the
daughter, gets wind of a prophet from the North who has come to Jerusalem – a man of
prayer and penance, a preacher, healer, worker of miracles… If she can only reach him,
tell him of their plight, then maybe… maybe…?
The drama enacted against the backdrop of the first Holy Thursday, Good Friday.
– Where is Misach?
– There is someone – something – in there but it not our son!
– He speaks – but not with the voice of our son.
– We speak with many voices. We are many…
– Who are you?
– We are the cold…
“Veronica makes her way through the crowds and wipes His Face with her veil…”
Script by Sean Walsh. Paperback and Kindle editions now available on Amazon.
Live performances in Dublin on April 14, 15 and 16.