Nie sme doma

Father dies, son matures. And the raven no one made it out again. Time is running behind the windows of the apartment on Fedákova Street. The quiet household pulsates with big beat, conflicts and questions that are difficult to talk about and something easier… perhaps ... writes. How far can be from room to room? From man to boy and boy to man? And how to bridge this distance, time is little and water stupa? Not to be aware of the Dež's fatal illness nothing debt. With courage to open personal and sore topics and the desire to remain honest and true in them both writers profess from their fears, addictions and hopes, reveal their vulnerability and the ability to hurt each other. He mixes with rain notes and with lively songs without refrain, in which "Bratislava John Lennon" unmistakable in the unmistakable way, he declared texts full of mundane, sadness and desire for freedom. It sounds harshly fragile world of male intimacy and invites to listen to (DiS) harmony of relationships with those who are closest to us.