“The sky behind has turned black, it is night, the stars are lighted, the moon is a great, dazzling mirror that flies. Who would recognize in this moon the one of a few hours ago? Now it is a lake of shininess, spurting rays all around, brimming in the darkness with a halo of cold silver, and flooding with white light the streets of the night walkers.”
‘Mr. Palomar’ by Italo Calvino. Translated from Italian by William Weaver.

Holding a nightly festival during a time when nightlife ceased to exist, where prohibition is ruling and fantasies are fading away, when everything is reconsidered except for the uncertainty itself. A new reality, which we do not know yet what it brings. Especially now I invite you to dive into the magic of the night, re-evaluate every moment we are out. Smell, taste, look, experience, observe and let traces of memory mix with the present. Allow yourselves to feel the passion of the human encounter and the dancing body.

Sofia Krantz, Artistic director ‘From Jaffa To Agripas’ festival