Who is Circe? A goddess? A sorceress? A trickster? A poisoner? Why does she live alone on a remote island in the middle of the sea? Why does she turn men into pigs? Many mysteries shroud this eerie figure. Our play is an investigation, a journey of discovery of a woman whose true story has yet to be told. Our Circe lives in a dump-house, the dark lair of a serial hoarder, an island of junk, an expanse of garbage bags and forgotten objects, the legacy of a ruined civilization, ours. Fumes of fires now extinguished rise wearily to the sky. The sky is always leaden. Distant thunder announcing an ever-looming storm that never to succeeds in unleashing itself. from an abandoned radio blasts out an old song. Always the same one. In this no man's land we witness the ending of a game that Circe has down lost, as we all have. (Matteo Tarasco)