pictures Sabrina Tirino
Credits
choreography and dance Paola Bianchi
sound design Stefano Murgia
lighting design Paolo Pollo Rodighiero
creative residency Teatro Galli di Rimini
production PinDoc
coproduction Liberty / Stagione Agorà
with the contribution of MIC and Regione Siciliana
carried out as part of the project Voci dalla storia ideato da Liberty e sostenuto da Unione Reno Galliera, Città Metropolitana di Bologna, Comuni di Baricella, Granarolo dell’Emilia, Malalbergo e Minerbio, Parco della Memoria Casone del Partigiano “Alfonsino Saccenti”, con il contributo di Regione Emilia Romagna
The voids, the holes then become the thread of the research. I slip into those holes looking for the bottom, giving up understanding to try to understand the state of those bodies. I take those holes and bring them in, I make them a place of stagnation of the body, I push them down to the bones. Hunger and thirst squeeze the guts. I push my nails into the crevices, I wait for the earth to slip under my nails, but it is only ashes. I will not understand completely, I know. I remain in the fog of an attempt. I lean on the body, on dance, on the solo - a dance solo whose unspeakable title makes one tremble.
[...] is an unspoken, a missing piece, an emptiness - graphically an enclosed place, a prison - KZ is the contraction of Konzentrationslager.
[...] KZ is part of ELP | RECLUSE BODIES
Memory proceeds backwards and penetrates the past through the veil of oblivion: it wanders over hidden and scattered traces, and reconstructs relevant evidence for the present.
Aleida Assmann
Remembering and forgetting. Memory and oblivion. Fullness and emptiness. Words and background noise. I listen to the voices of Italian women and men deported to Nazi death camps, political opposers to the fascist regime who risked death in their twenties. I listen to the background noise of audiocassettes recorded in the last century, the rustling, the gaps, the holes. From time to time the voices become distant, I cannot understand what they are saying. It seems to me that those are the most important moments in the interviews, the moments when the rawness of the story becomes more difficult to hear, almost impossible to say, as if a form of modesty urges the person being interviewed to lower their voice. A saying without being heard, an intimately whispered saying.