
Snowfall, or It’s Easy for You, Józsi Szarvas…
“In the morning, they couldn’t open the door. The snow was ledge-high. It kept falling hard, relentlessly, for days on end. At dawn, the Kid climbed out the window, holding a storm-light in front of him. He went out to shovel the snow. He saw nothing but the lamp-light and the curtain of snow, he heard nothing but silence. The silence that would never come back again. Nor would the show, the snow that falls in the night, in blind darkness, lit only by a small lamp. The snow that falls.”
Performance length: 2 hour(s)
Anikó Sütő
Mónika Kiss