Fast, frenetic, captivating on the edge of stream of consciousness, “WHAT AM I DOINGHERE?” it is the story of a man, of his loves, abandonments and insecurities: the infinite carousel of human relationships capable of (sub)overbearingly the life of each of us.
Women, the beautiful and incomprehensible ones, the ones who do so much to be loved and yet manage to be hated, are the true protagonists of this story.
He does nothing but move compulsively almost in perpetual search for a happiness that, deep down, perhaps, he doesn’t want to achieve. The man on stage never seems to be afraid, he throws himself every time into a story and into the lovely complexity of the woman in front of him, and then lets himself be pampered by the sweetness of the memory of that love which is therefore over. . This is how he sees the date in the car, the wedding of his best friend, the trip to Lisbon and that farewell with the suitcase in hand, the bizarre telegram (perhaps one of the most intense moments), the session with the bored psychologist.