"There is a crack in everything, from there enter the light" 
Leonard Cohen, Ring the bells Twenty-two years have passed since that morning of June 26, 1997, in which Ingemar Lindh died in Malta. His Swedish Institute of Scenic Art had arrived in 1984 and Pontremoli, between small and big problems, he remained for thirteen years. Place of research, study, theatrical training, did Pontremoli half of youth groups from across Europe. But it was a mission that did not coincide with our prejudices and our preferences. It was a crack in our wall, and did not see the light that came from there. Like many, we tend to believe that the whole world is our movie, where we are the stars and all the others are mere onlookers while life is really an extraordinary e sorprendente improvvisazione collettiva. Credo che in quegli anni Pontremoli, allontanando da sé Ingemar, abbia perso un treno annunciato. Pontremopolis era il titolo, evocativo, di uno degli ultimi spettacoli dell'Istituto d'Arte Scenica.
"Nonostante che uno faccia qualcosa di diverso dagli altri, egli partecipa fatalmente a ciò che gli accade intorno e ne diventa parte. Attraverso i suoi atti concreti l’individuo è costantemente in rapporto con la società. Nel momento in cui prova a partecipare in generale, viene escluso": questo raccontava Ingemar. Nell’attenzione al particolare, all’atto concreto, risiede il segreto dell’improvvisazione collettiva. Una lezione di theater and life, and with concern by many concerned it would take today as yesterday, spectators on the sidelines or co-opted and co-stars aligned, however, excluded.
