It's terribly funny, claustrophobic, hectic and obvious to live in a family. When I was a kid, time went by at a snail's pace. Examining a speck of light on the carpet, or by the time I finally made it from middle school to big group. My father would record hours of long recordings of me and my brother on cassette tapes, while we drank cocoa in the kitchen or discussed the origins of the world. He also recorded the few minutes when the clock struck midnight on the turn of the millennium and the thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine became two thousand. We're all sitting in a heap on the sofa, my mother's plain-faced, thirty-something, lit by some TV show and the soc furniture, my brother an eggplant-sized wrinkled sleeping loop. In another video my father asks me what a theatre director does and I say I don't know. I'm starting to get a hunch now, time has really sped up and we're not sitting in a pile anymore.

Júlia Bagossy

The performance is part of the Sufni project mentoring programme, led by Gábor Zsámbéki.