»Excerpts from an email correspondence during the last week of March 2016, using images shot in or around Solitude and words exchanged across the ping-pong table, overheard in the corridors or borrowed from the internal mailing list.
The time did move forward on that Saturday and we were touched. Beyond that, any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.«Ana Hušman & Fotini Lazaridou-Hatzigoga