An alien is sitting on a chair and talking. It is telling us about itself, where it is from and why it is here now. It is going through what generations of female aliens have gone through: its back hurts, the alien has been bending over all its life, to breaking point – kaput. When the alien finds itself within a circle of top feminists (whose feminism comprises not having a cleaning lady), its pain bursts forth. It tells a story of precarious lives and burst spines, illegal cleaning in strange houses together with her mother, grandma and aunt. It is the start of a galactic coup: traditional clichés about fleeing and arriving are demolished and boundless energy is set free for ‘Yugofuturism’, as author and actor Mateja Meded labels her tragicomic monologue.