It would be tempting to place the whole Tadeusz Kantor’s theater under the sign of the revenance and haunting, so everything is back : the characters, situations, objects, spaces, words and sounds, almost all returning the autobiographical sphere and the religious history and mythology of Poland, homeland of the artist. In the confined space of its Chamber of memory and imagination, the scene, the artist made a machine to view the past spring to the rhythm of ”heartbeat memory“ Children in tatters, the spectra of the family who do not allow themselves to forget, the scraps of old battles Cricot 2. They are ”snapshots“ ”fingerprints“ that overlap each other in the mode of repetition and variation and draw an anamorphic and fleeting reality, ...