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Théâtre National Wallonie-Bruxelles

Sons of Abraham

Sahand Sahebdivani, Raphael Rodan

26 > 30.04.2022
Theatre

It’s Sami and Adil’s last day as cleaners in a nightclub called Paradise. After fleeing the bloodshed in Iraq, they did everything they could to find a better life in Europe. Now their mother is dying. Without papers, going back can mean losing everything they have worked so hard for. Will they risk their future for a final farewell to their mother?

Sahand and Raphael, are artistic brothers from two opposing tribes that threaten each other with war, Iran and Israel. In this show, they are determined not to speak about their own stories of forced migration and conflict, but to find a common ground by telling a story of someone else. The story of two Kurdish brothers.

In this story of exile and refuge, against a backdrop of internal conflict and biblical references, Raphael Rodan (1980, Israel) and Sahand Sahebdivani (1980, Iran) show a sense of narration that so effectively animated My Father Held a Gun. Through skillful storytelling, they offer a device that plays with clichés and in which fiction feeds on reality.

 


From 12.04 to 23.04
TTO presents the previous show by Raphael and Sahand:

MY FATHER HELD A GUN
Sahand Sahebdivan, Raphael Rodan and Albert Maizel
From Tuesday to Saturday at 20:30 at Théâtre de la Toison d'Or 

Calendar

  • - 20:30
  • - 20:00
  • - 20:30
  • - 20:30
  • - 20:30

Information

Language

EN surtitrage FR

Venue

Salle Jacques Huisman

Duration

70'

Cast

Texts
Raphael Rodan
Sahand Sahebdivani
Vasile Nedelcu 


Performance
Raphael Rodan
Sahand Sahebdivani
Duygu Alkan


Direction
Vasile Nedelcu 

General stage manager
Aurore Leduc
Benoît Pelé

Light operators
Isabel Scheck

Sound operator
Célia Naver

Live video & subtitling
Pier Gallen

Stage technician
Thomas Linthoudt

Inspired by working with
Tom Radcliffe

Production
Storytelling Centre

Special thanks to
Dorèndel Overmars, Irina Koriazova, Julie Peters, Mirko Lazović, Arjen Barel, R. Rasheed 

© Gloria Scorier