Killer

"I've said enough, you're destroying me, you're literally killing me."

The confession of a woman who wanted nothing from life but to have a normal life, a
functioning family and a decent job. The goal is so simple and yet unattainable. The situation
is based on the life of the choreographer and his mother.

DOMA

Home is where we grew up.
Home is where mom and dad are.
Home is where the scent of lilacs lingers in the air and you run towards me with hands full of
cherries.
Home is here, there and sometimes also somewhere else.
Home is where you are.
Home is where we are.
Home is where we laugh that I am wearing my T-shirt inside out, that I spilled tea on the floor
and that we just like each other.
Home is where I cry, where I dance.
Home is where we listen to Duke Ellington, where we watch the New Year’s Eve fireworks
and I run my hands through your hair and sing Aux Champs-Elysées.
Home is where I don’t have to think where home is.
Home is where I tell you all this.
Home is here and now.
I am home.