Cookies is what Dimitris X, fifty seven and a professor of Jurisprudence, calls the citizens of the 21st century. Looking around him, he wonders how his generation could have built all the ovens needed to bake so many cookies.

Until Eliz X, his twenty-seven year old mistress and support, Jurisprudence lecturer, lamp designer and activist when it comes to the Earth’s dwindling Water resources speaks out. Looking around her, she reveals the things the babyboomers would prefer not to see.


DIMITRIS «…I wrote "THE COOKIE ROLLER COASTER" on the board when the lecture theatre had filled up - you remember - and I’d asked you all for your help filling in the gaps in the case I was about to lay before you.

I warned you my facts could be from a film script, might be a figment of my imagination or classified information that had just found its way to me.

I did not ask you to delve into their actual origin or their true destination - the TRUTH was the prize of my generation’s treasure-hunt, I’d long since known it was RESULTS your generation had in its sights. I was asking you all to use these facts to construct  a modum pensare along which we could progress over the six weeks to come.

And I asked you all to leave a comment on COOKIES for me on the way out, anonymous and not more than six words long.

ELIZ : It’s as though whatever it was new you learned from me, baby, opened windows in your mind. I’ve always leapt in behind the words your generation uses to find out how you think, and I’d say it was this newness, which aroused your curiosity, hand in hand with love that’s brought you here today, to Cochabamba in Bolivia.

          To the third largest city in this little country whose problems the Andes hide from most. You came to see just how on earth a few COOKIES had, in a matter of days, succeeded in hauling its suffering and its struggles out of the shadows and setting them dead centre on the international stage.

          For us, everything started when Ais came here on a scholarship from a programme that gave him the chance to publish his thesis on the “Potentiality of the Request” on one condition: that its conclusions took into account research conducted in a society far from his homeland in which he had to spend at least two months.

          Ais knew - all of us knew, more or less - about the Oil companies and the other Industries that dump their waste in the rivers from which the livestock drink and with which the farmers water their crops. That doesn’t just happen in Bolivia, it happens all over the globe, though, of course, on a larger scale in the Third World than in the First or Second. Those places where the big industrial companies relocated to enjoy various advantages including, let’s say, the silence of the people who drink their waste and get sick and die out of the limelight, far from the public eye. 

          Ais knew more about the case of our planet’s Water about the Nile in Egypt, the Ganges in India, about China’s Yellow and America’s Colorado rivers, how polluted all their waters now are, about the water in most of Poland’s rivers that are so polluted with chemicals they’re no longer good for even industrial use, about the water in Russia’s lakes and rivers, most of which is no longer drinkable, and about the rivers and creeks of the United States of which—how positively those folk present the facts—“40% are dangerous…for fishing!”

          Ais knew a good deal, about the thirty one countries, too, that are facing severe water shortages, and the one billion plus people who don’t have easy access to clean drinking water. He even knew about the infants and children in Mexico’s maquiladora, who drink Coca Cola and Pepsi because clean water’s so much harder to find.

          But what he learned over those two months - what ‘happened’ to him as his father said, who thought we’d never stop calling round his place on Saturdays so he could bake us up some brownies - changed his life. And ours.