Dance, Theatre and Visual Art are combined to show us two mysterious women, two women dressed in black. They are in a state of shock, their world torn apart.

They have already been walking through the desert for a number of days, here they are confronted with the ruins of their lives, and the world as they know it as they search for water.

In this quest for water they also unearth an equal need, the need of sisterhood in the shared memory of their lost lives and their lost nation.

They sit on the cusp of the new and the old. Moving forwards and looking backwards, following and then confronting each other, they drop, embrace, touch. Supporting each other as they slide into the darkness.

In this motion without progress or regress, we don’t know if two parallel stories are born or if we are witnessing a single body that is unfolding and unifying itself from one moment to the next.

The wind is blowing in the house and leaving a pristine space for those who will arrive in the memory of those who depart.

The wind blows away the architecture of their structured existence.

The wind transforms this space into a terrain of escape and magic.

Language is lost and the only way to communicate is through touch which becomes the sole method to record the dialogue lost, hurt and transfigured through all these years.

A piano envelops them with noises that transport them to a different dimension as the reality they have known starts to fade around them, in a dance in which they are dying, in an abandoned house they are no longer part of.

But their gestures remain as a trace: the vestige of a past that breaks them, takes off their skin, but leaves a land for those to come, beyond this reality they have made.