Madeleine is the story of a waiting. A woman waits someone’s return. She doesn’t know if and how it will happen, she doesn’t know when. All she knows is that it will happen, and it will be unpredictable, devastating and destructive: anything she has built before will break. At the beginning, everything looks serene, secure, protected: the woman, alone, inhabits a tranquil and definite place. The gestures are minimal, the slow movements remain suspended in the air. The space is still, precisely outlined, the lines that pass through it draw precise courses and paths. Slowly but implacably, a strange spell settles down on things and moves all that should stay in place, small, contradictory signals appear between the folds of reality: a breath of wind, the sudden passage of a shadow, a light that moves or suddenly turns off. The woman tries to protect herself; she tries to get hold of reality. An atmosphere of strange electricity fills the stage. The woman realizes that soon she won’t be alone anymore.