A house on a street. A woman on a chair. Waiting, listening intently, hoping for the wafer-thin sound of footsteps on the gravel. For years.
Raf and Mich bite into their family past, digging up the old hidden secrets. The grotesque, hilarious, heartbreaking stories, sometimes roared at the banquet table, sometimes whispered in a corner of the kitchen, often hushed up out of shame.
Over the years, Kommil Foo developed a completely unique way of making performances: poignancy, hilarity, beautiful songs and an absurd visual language fight for precedence. Performances about man and his everyday tragedy. The spectator is invariably forced to the edge of his seat: laugh or cry?
