We Are Not Home

A father is dying, a son is growing up. And Havran has not been walked by anyone. Time passes outside the windows of an apartment on Fedákova Street in Bratislava. A quiet household pulses with bigbeat, conflicts and questions that are hard to speak about and somewhat easier... perhaps... to write. How far can it be from one room to another? From man to boy and from boy to man? And how to bridge this distance when time is short and the water is rising?

Letters exchanged by forty-eight-year-old Slovak musician and documentarian Dežo Ursiny (1947–1995) and his seventeen-year-old son Jakub (1977) through the hallway of their apartment after Jakub moved in with his father are an attempt to live together and find harmony in cohabitation — not to owe each other anything in the face of Dežo's terminal illness. With courage to open personal and painful topics, both writers confess their fears, addictions and hopes, reveal their vulnerability and capacity to hurt, and experience in each other their own finitude and infinity.

The "Husa na provázku" production mixes the correspondence published under the title "Hi Dad – Dear Kubo" with Dežo's notes and live-performed songs without choruses, in which the "Bratislava John Lennon" recited texts full of everyday life, sadness and longing for freedom in an unmistakable way.