Alors c'est vrai ?

Récit dansé en espace public

Méandre (Collectif La)

The spectators are invited to go on a trip. Immersed in a gigantic moving postcard, they meet a young woman, the main character of the story they are going to be told, somewhere between fiction and reality. Along with her, they cross an imaginary border to bury her grandmother in Marocco and experience the rite of passage that she dances at full speed as she discovers her origins. The streets become friends to play with and the young woman opens imaginary windows in a town that is all too real. The audience are guided by sounds, moves, voices and a few watercolours discreetly punctuating the way. What is at stake here is plural identity, and the origins of a name. How can one exist in a world where there is no room for in-betweenness?