Salazar's Angels of Death

Then suddenly they stand in my cell again. They put a pistol to my temple. Cock the hammer. They play their antics with me. Laughingly. Pretending. Then suddenly they pull the trigger. I flinch. Desperately. I close my eyes in a flash. With fear. My whole body trembles. But they laugh again. You were lucky; they sneer and jeer. There was no bullet in it. This time!Miguel Oliveira's play is intense. It brings the injustice and brutality of the dictatorship to the stage giving a voice to the victims of torture and violence who suffered under the regime. It is an unbearable text that shows the hopelessness the bitter suffering and the failure of a group of young dissidents who in the midst of arbitrary rule find the courage to demand freedom for themselves and their country. Susana de Abreu former university lecturer in literature