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A dramatic extract from the author's book of the same title. “By the way, wild flowers are not wild flowers, it's just that it wasn’t us who bred them - the gardeners were the bees. Year after millions of years, they picked the petals and rolled around in a frothy sea of pollen. The wildflower is the aesthetic of the bees, but there's a catch. We humans cannot see the wildflower, our eyes simply cannot see it. Our retinas do not perceive it. The colour ultraviolet, for example. We perceive just as much of it as the bee perceives from the Talmud does it buzzes over it. But some see even less of the wildflower than we do. You know who? The wildflower. It has no eyes. It cannot see. It doesn't even know what it is to be seen. She is the blind beauty queen. The winner of a deadly beauty contest who has no idea what beauty is.”
Immanuel Lőw, the Rabbi of Szeged, shows to Mari Jászai his little Garden of Eden, a greenhouse with flowers brought from the Holy Land. They walk and talk, unaware that someone is hiding behind the giant cactus. He sits there and peers, holding his breath…
Péter Kárpáti's plays was published in 2023 under the title Map of the Afterlife, with a selection of his new novel. Born from a dramatic chapter of the novel, the play Map of the Afterlife not only unfolds an unknown, mysterious episode of the life of Mari Jászai, but is also a deeply personal confession.
Kárpáti a Somogyi-könyvtárban bukkant rá egy megbarnult kartonlapra, az alábbi szöveggel: „Dr. Löw Immanuel prémsapkái, molymentesen becsomagolva. Hálás köszönettel küldöm vissza Szegedre. A maga szerető és tisztelő Jászaija.” (hvg360)
A Térkép a túlvilágról lassú, intellektuális kalandra invitáló, nem várt megoldásokkal provokáló színház, amely arra tanít, hogy a mese, a csoda és a játék mindenben ott van. A pókhálóban, az óriáskaktuszban, és a főrabbi kölcsönadott szőrmesapkájában is.
Kárpáti Péter kipenderül elénk, és kezdi mondani tűhegynyi iróniával, vagy annyival sem, hogy esett dédapjával annak idején: „de ami ilyen szépen kezdődik, az csúnyán végződik, ezt hívják dramaturgiának!” Nevetünk. Azt hiszem, azon, innentől igazán senkit se érdekel, hogy esett a dolog valójában.