09 01
Eglė Budvytytė
A Choreography for the Running Male

Mindaugas is haunted. He is running with a group of men and trying to hide in Vilnius. His wife is calling him through the speakers, her voice is hovering above the city: “Mindaugas, you have to keep on running. I have seen where you are. Vilnius does not have a center nor a periphery anymore. You know, the idea of pure blood is long time forgotten. Mindaugai, are you listening to me ? Where are you now? People told me they saw you crossing a small street in the city center. You have to be careful. Empire is ready to suck you in any moment, anywhere.”