
ما تقولُه روحي لجسدي المُغتَرِبأو كنتُ أظنُّ أنَّ لي وَطَن
I thought I had a place to call home, or, what my soul says to my displaced body
I thought I had a place to call home, or, what my soul says to my displaced body
Mushrooms, corpses, and debris litter a decaying marriage in this absurdist piece
Peter Burrell-Sander didn’t need a translator to understand Je Ne Sais Quoi