Aleksandre Zharaya

A young immigrant that fled Russia describes his solitary life in Europe, his room suspended in time, and the thing that lives under his staircase. One day, it leads him to another: his double, the one who never left.

Strange images hide in my mother's photo album, snapshots of her youth in Russia inside a colorful yoga club. Today, she devotes herself to other cults, all of which bring their share of propaganda, rites, gurus, and of course sacrifices. I play her role, to understand or to exorcize.