Three people are sitting on beanbags under a sunshade. One of them is Alex Tocilescu, who thinks of himself as a playwright. The others aren’t Alex Tocilescu. They’re drinking beer or water or whatever they want. They’re talking about theater, film, culture, 2 Mai, the Black Sea, life, death, or whatever else comes to mind. The audience sits on beanbags and listens with genuine interest. After about an hour, the discussion ends. People leave to go for a swim, or to eat, or to sleep, or to perform in a play. Maybe they’ve left with a thought from the whole discussion, or maybe not. Ideally, though, they would have.