La guerra no té rostre de dona

Based on texts by Svetlana Aleksiévitx

From 12.16.2020 to 01.24.2021
1h 50min

This performance is born from the writings of Svetlana Alexievich and from the need to bring together female voices that are part of La Perla 29's imagination, and that speak to us about war and history. Stories about lost battles that are also life itself, and that we try to understand them because, at the end, we have a desire to live and someday, if possible, to win them as well.


"The female war has its own colors, its own smells, its own light, and its own space. It has its own words. There are no heroes or incredible feats, there are only people carrying out a human activity that is inhumane."

We find ourselves in a space distorted, devastated, full of ruins; war is very present, one can still smell and feel it. Many women recount their stories to a journalist, stories of war experienced firsthand, how they live it and feel it, how war can have a woman's name. Drawing from texts by Svetlana Alexievich, the Nobel Prize-winning author in Literature in 2015, Clara Segura and Guillem Balart offer us a compelling narrative of the women who fought in the war, and how, thanks to them, they will become part of collective memory and a different way of experiencing the world. Love and fear, death and the clarity of women in times of war."

Artistic card

Svetlana Aleksiévitx
Oriol Broggi i Clara Segura 
Oriol Broggi

Clara Segura
Guillem Balart

Collaborations through audiovisual support
Màrcia Cisteró, Maria Hina, Marissa Josa, Pepa López, Nora Navas, Marta Marco, Mercè Pons, Xavier Ruano, Georgina Toboso, Montse Vellvehí
Violeta Broggi

Video design
Francesc Isern
Albert Faura
Costume design
Nidia Tusal
Sound design
Oriol Broggi i Damien Bazin
Sound design collaboration
Florenci Ferrer
Sound Postproduction
Roger Blasco
Audiovisual support
Ambre Laparra
State manager
Marc Serra
Steadycam operator
Roger Blasco
Camera control
Emili Vallejo
Student internship STAE
Oriol Torrent
Text translation
Miquel Cabal Guarro i Marta RebónCustomer service
Marc Serra, Juan Boné and Marta Cros

Special thanks to Carmen Claudín, Magdalena Crespo i Sala Beckett
A production of La Perla 29

Galeria imatges secundària (slide)
Management notes

Why does reality push us, time and again, to talk about hard things, about impossible battles? Why do we return, time and again, to impossible texts, to the blunt words of wastefulness? Why do we feel that theater must necessarily be an essence that shouldn't be easy to digest? Why do we need to explain the difficult things to hear? Reality is always stubborn and keeps staring us in the face. We can't avoid it. We feel duty-bound not to avoid it. And to shout it out loud with the tools at our disposal. We wanted to make a comedy and finally couldn't. Another quite new and present reality has asked us to postpone the project. We were looking forward to the feeling of laughter, of feeling comforted by the characters of Filumena. Now we won't be able to, we leave it for a few months from now. And meanwhile? What do we do, where do we start? We wanted to make a comedy and now we couldn't. I look at Clara and we ask ourselves: "So what do we do then? Do we wait? Do something else? Do nothing?" And I think of Svetlana's face and expression, also making news these same days, persecuted. What should we do then? Explain? Explain what? What story do we need to sew up and explain? What do we need to listen to? We know we can't yet, but we have a terrible need to feel alive. To live. And to do our job, and for it to be heard. And to go out in the street with tranquility, and to have a vermouth, to break away from the strict routine. To go to the theater. This is well known, everyone would write the same. But that doesn't make it any less true. We know we still can't fully, but we would like to. To look at each other's faces and touch, play ball with unknown children, and look at others without fear, without guilt, without shame, and exchange things, take the book from the girl next to me on the bus, and lovingly turn the page for her and read together the yellow manifesto, and make the revolution of the carnations... Take up the battles we had halfway. And rereading Svetlana, we recover that open wound of the great wars of our world, of the femininity of love, of fear. Fear of love, femininity finding solutions. Of so many lost battles, that we feel as heirs. Of rediscovering Antigone and Nawal from "Incendies," of everything. And we want to present to you "War Has No Woman's Face."

Oriol Broggi



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