We as well say „Once upon a time“ in Kurdistan, but it sounds like this: „Hebû, tunebû“. Modern rationality and stories, that go over the borders of reality do not always meet on the level. It is that point where it is less about understanding, and more about feeling that comes with the telling of stories. Today, we begin with the end of the story. When the phoenix took off, he lost three feathers. One story is for the one who narrates, one is for the one who listens. And the last one is for the wonderer of these roads.

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11.09.2021 HofFestSpiele Berlin