«In the beginning there was language. And the language was one only. Objects, things, feelings, colours, dreams, letters, books, and newspapers were the language. I would have never imagined that there could be another language, that a human being could speak words that I would not be able to understand. Why would they do such a thing? For what reason?» (A. Kristof)
A woman steps forward into an empty circular space. She speaks with a foreign accent. She speaks slowly. She tells a dark fable of innocence and evil. Is it the story of her life?
In a town on the front line of one of the many wars, a mother entrusts her twin children to their grandmother, who to them is a stranger, a witch, and a murderer. This is the story of their bond, their trauma, their lies to each other, and their getting lost among the pages of a notebook from a world written in an incomprehensible language. The progressive series of characters that constantly multiply takes on the aspect of strange cards; animated panels that translate the scene in the narrator’s mental theatre. The story fills with purity and atrocity, broken beings described with a surgical precision. Their actions and small, maniacal gestures define their presence. Four arcane figures, close to the foreigner on the stage, gradually join her to lend voice and body to all the characters in the story, taking their first steps in the world that the story presents: a strange and familiar hell, both every day and impossible, tangible yet abstract, derelict and noble, cruel and innocent. Through the elegant play of doubles, in the end it becomes difficult to believe anyone; anything could have always been a lie.
«Not everything can be explained, it does no good. There is little to say about exile, death, or pain. They are facts. Nothing more.» (A.K.)