Carolina Genoni Kirschenbaum

I count the time of my life: I have an internal metronome, embodied in my gestures, that marks my existence. The idea that everything will turn out well in an impossible scenario.

Nicola writes his first play basing it on his relationship with Franca, a drama student he met a week before he left Montevideo. While he rehearses, he goes through a crisis and starts blending fiction with the present.

Summoned to a meeting in their child’s schoolyard, two parents confront the reason behind it.

I count the time of my life: I have an internal metronome, embodied in my gestures, that marks my existence. The idea that everything will turn out well in an impossible scenario.