The Top of the Breadfruit Tree - PREMIER
2026-04-18 19:00 - 20:00 (Europe/Budapest) | Füszi, Páva u. 30, Budapest, Hungary
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Creators:
Writer: Rodrigó Balogh and Márton Illés
Dramaturg: Laura Pamlényi
Music: Dávid Varga és István Babindák
Lighting design and technique: Ferenc Nagy
Cast: Emilia Boda-Novy, Ramóna Farkas, Nóra Nemcsók
Director: Rodrigó Balogh
Short description:
This one stayed home and then went far away.
This one dreamed of a prince who was eventually eaten by a wolf.
This little one cleaned up nicely.
A roller coaster for three voices.
Szilvi, Kriszti and Viki are looking for their own path in the dense forest of adulthood.
In the midst of successes and failures, and changes of direction, the biggest challenge is not reaching the finish line, but avoiding losing themselves and each other.
The Top of the Breadfruit Tree is a heartbreakingly funny coming-of-age story about togetherness, distance, re-planning and the invisible rubber band that pulls us back into our shared past even when we thought we had moved on.
Where do we end up when we leave everything behind?
And what remains of us?

The Top of the Breadfruit Tree
2026-05-28 19:00 - 20:00, 2026-05-29 19:00 - 20:00, 2026-05-30 19:00 - 20:00
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Writer: Rodrigó Balogh and Márton Illés
Dramaturg: Laura Pamlényi
Music: Dávid Varga and István Babindák
Lighting design and technique: Ferenc Nagy
Cast: Emilia Boda-Novy, Ramóna Farkas, Nóra Nemcsók
Director: Rodrigó Balogh

Short description
This one stayed home and then went far away.
This one dreamed of a prince, who was eventually eaten by a wolf.
This little one cleaned up nicely.
A roller coaster for three voices.
Szilvi, Kriszti and Viki are looking for their own path in the dense forest of adulthood.
In the midst of successes and failures, and changes of direction, the biggest challenge is not reaching the finish line, but avoiding losing ourselves and each other.
The Top of the Breadfruit Tree is a heartbreakingly funny coming-of-age story about togetherness, distance, re-planning and the invisible rubber band that pulls us back into our shared past even when we thought we had moved on.
Where do we end up when we leave everything behind?
And what remains of us?
