Amirali Navaee

Participants assigned a specific character in a role-playing game undertake a fictional train journey to an island, in order to win a cash prize, only for the competition to become a microcosm of the limitations they experience in their real lives.

Twelve hours before an atomic bomb hits the ground of Tehran, a boy rushes through the house of a girl while remembering their moments together.

“I am God”, said Mansour Hallaj and refused to answer the questions his statement provoked. Instead, he calmly awaited his execution. Eleven hundred years later, modern playwright Nader follows in Hallaj’s footsteps. A tragic history repeats itself, once again accompanied by a curious crowd and an accepting silence.

Participants assigned a specific character in a role-playing game undertake a fictional train journey to an island, in order to win a cash prize, only for the competition to become a microcosm of the limitations they experience in their real lives.

Participants assigned a specific character in a role-playing game undertake a fictional train journey to an island, in order to win a cash prize, only for the competition to become a microcosm of the limitations they experience in their real lives.

Twelve hours before an atomic bomb hits the ground of Tehran, a boy rushes through the house of a girl while remembering their moments together.

“I am God”, said Mansour Hallaj and refused to answer the questions his statement provoked. Instead, he calmly awaited his execution. Eleven hundred years later, modern playwright Nader follows in Hallaj’s footsteps. A tragic history repeats itself, once again accompanied by a curious crowd and an accepting silence.