Every Washed Shirt I Wear Is Still a Kind of Party

Four people withdraw into a valley covered in heather and, from reading the diaries of Etty Hillesum, try to recreate the writer’s desk and build an instruction manual for resisting silence and brutality.

The piece proposes a stage laboratory in which writing, food, dance, and poetry intersect, while objects, memories, and inner ghosts gradually gain density. As the action unfolds, this accumulation transforms the atmosphere of the scene and pushes the experience into a zone of growing tension.