Nothing makes sense anymore, We hope there will be no more emergencies

A surreal poetic search room.

They hide in the dark corners, under the carpets, grenades, red time bombs, scattered around the room. Each revelation reveals another layer of pain, another bleeding wound

Here, in Jerusalem, charged with pain, loss and nationalism, trying to find goodness. Between ancient walls and weeping stones, we lick the wounds of the past, drag our soul that has lost its mind

This piece is dedicated to us now. For everyone struggling to survive. For those who manage to smile despite everything. And especially for those who think they have reached the end.

*The show includes full nudity and flashing lights.