You thought the day would be out there waiting for you, she says in a moment the voice inside her, basically putting a strict monologue to penetrate her guts, against the arrogant, offensive, almost abusive mood toward her own life. Nothing is given, she tells her
again ... Nothing belongs to us. Through Dionysian mania, the transcendence, the purification and the stripping of the nucleus, of the nucleus, of the sun, of the center, of our individual responsibility.
Choreography: Nancy Avgeri
Performance co-creation: Maria Mavridou
Video: Roman Zotter
Music: Johannes Schmelzer-Ziringer
Drums: Alexandros Koulon