In WE, the EYES, the survivors after a devastating fire are searching for true life, for connection with their instincts, intuition and with each other. The group makes its way from total darkness to the light, to new forms of existence, life and identity. Somewhere there seems to be fire. How can they play lustily with the fire again without burning up? How do they balance between fatalism and hope, between end times and future, between burning down and building up, between breath and breathlessness?

A dominating screen in the shape of a sphere oracles seven times with frenzied images between reality and fiction. Is it a deluded medium or seer, an educator or demagogue, a liar or philosopher? Ten performers burn loose, beat the drum, shout it out, throw mud, stoke the fire, dance the souls out of their bodies. In short, the playground as a force field for learning to look, to see and not to see. A sanctuary to deplore, accept to tilt glances and change perspectives.