a house dripping with phosphorus, where the edges of the window were burning around the flames. And my father said, “Look! I’m not crazy, look, this house is like Mozart.” And the next house, where flames were coming right from the basement, he said, “That, that is Wagner.” He gave me a way to overcome the horrors of war. And so, survival became a strength I chose to overcome the destruction I witnessed around me. I really had the feeling, the very deep feeling, that I survived for a reason, and that I had a mission, a duty to do something, that I was really in search of my life. Where is my place?
Topographies of Dance
The first edition of the Tanztriennale in Hamburg, back in June, unfolded like an emotional topography: a landscape shaped by care rather than by theme; under the co‑direction of Monica Gillette and Gwen Hsin‑Yi Chang, Tanztriennale operated as a temporary commons: a place where choreography, conversation and community are allowed to influence one another.
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