One day, within a family, the habitual violence inflicted by a husband on his wife becomes femicide. The man kills her by smashing her head in with an iron. The woman lies dead on the ground, but her death is not enough to convince anyone. The result is that, like the angel of the hearth in whose image she finds herself imprisoned, the woman is forced to get up and return to her same old routine, cleaning the house, doing the housework, cooking for her husband and son, and taking care of her elderly mother-in-law. Every morning, the family finds her dead but refuses to believe it. Every morning, she gets back up, washes the blood from her face, changes her ripped dress and continues to suffer her husband’s violence, her son’s depression, and the helplessness of her mother-in-law, who indulges her brutal and despotic son instead of condemning him.
Every evening the wife dies again, like a hellish ring of eternal punishment. The angel is unable to fly away, unable to leave the hearth. Every morning, she is forced to get back up, even if it is only to open the moka and make coffee.

The play contains explicit language and scenes of violence

Le recite del 15, 16, 22, 23, 29 e 30 novembre sono sovratitolate in inglese e in italiano facilitato