“A meal? On here? How in the past?
Do not know. We haven’t set up tables in the street for so many years …! ”
What happened to us? What is hidden behind the door of an abandoned house, which suddenly creaks and reminds us of what we were once? There is a wound, we say, and it belongs to everyone. It hurts because it manifests itself in many losses in everyday things. It hurts because our memory is hammering and insists on telling us that we can live in another way, even if we live in this great city. We don’t know what we missed, it will come back. However, and naming what hurts us, we are here, in our hurt neighborhood, to remember and celebrate.
Price: to be announced