We leave the doors slightly open without noticing
We leave the doors slightly open without noticing
Who is the thief? Is it the one who takes out the wallet from your pocket or the one who puts it there and takes out your life?
We look at the ceiling – there is theft, exile and fire. This emptiness is tunnels and holes. This emptiness we can never fill, it is a forest and a mountain.
We leave the doors slightly open without noticing. We wait without knowing. We sleep, die, stand, sit, run, scared, we die – don’t!
I am trying to greet them but not with the hands, because the distance between us is big and our hands are small.
Credits
Participants Hila Venezia, Yahali Broude, Nevo Revivo
Production Hadar Asa Polansky
Team Yael Lesovoy, Niv Hazan, Muhammad Abu Sara
Artistic Advisor Nava Frenkel , Hila cohen schneiderman
Special Thanks to my beloved class, to the school team—Merva Peleg, Sigal Nataf, Yifat Shir-Moskovitz and all my teachers through the years; To the technical team—Ihab Froukh, Gidon Levy, Martin Kantor, Gil Lavi; For their guidance and assistance—Maya Levy, Hila Cohen Schneiderman, Nir Shauloff, Oded Rimon, Iris Erez, Shelly Palmon, Amit Mann, Nurit Dreamer, Dori Cohen Forster, Lior Pinsky, Doha Mahamid, Lyn Elsana, Aya Gidon, Salma Elasadi, and to everyone who helped along the way.
