Oktober 26th
Floating between music and new places.
The prison.
White walls and orange bricks coming closer — curiosity is growing.
A room with chairs in a straight line, floor in ocean blue, the same as the uniforms of the guards walking around.
The prison.
What first seemed empty and quiet was all of a sudden filled with music and rhythms.
The voices and instruments echoing in the room, making it feel alive.
People dancing, laughing, and smiling.
The prison.
A place that got smaller and smaller while the bus drives away — people looking back at it leaving with mixed emotions and new experiences.
And hopefully, it’s not only them but especially the audience that gets the chance to make wonderful memories.
Floating between music and new places.
The cafe.
Small plants, big leaves, and different shades of green are surrounding the path to the entrance.
Inside, a big warm oven — fire crackling, making it cozy and warm.
The cafe.
Lights get dimmed; red and orange radiate through the room. The murmurs of the audience get lower and lower until it is quiet.
Expectant eyes are watching the musicians who lift their bows and instruments. A breath of silence hangs in the air—then the first notes rise, filling the room.
The cafe.
It is dark outside, rain pouring down, making it seem like everyone is quite asleep.
What a difference from the inside of the room, with the dimmed red lights and all these beautiful people.
A varied program involving singing, poetry, and breathtaking solos marks the beginning of an adventurous tour.
Floating between music and new places.