Nablus Soap…

Jack and Tarek stand in front of each other, a table split into two is in front of them, filled with all kinds of wires, screens, laptops, buttons, cables, sound equipments, a set of papers and a microphone -which is the only item that gives the indication that a talk might happen tonight-.

Sound, voice, movement and image are all woven together in a very delicate structure -a very tensed one- trying to tell a story of dream vanishing like soap, a story of a map drawn on soap, and of soap that embeds in it the temporality of existence…

Nothing is pleasant in this performance, its painful to watch/listen to it, but that’s because it is real…