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The blinding sunshine makes it easier to forget the snow storm that struck the valley the previous night; to forget the coldest night of the year so far, the freezing cold inside the damp houses, the smell of burnt plastic and tree branches. For a pregnant mother carrying a two-and-a-half-year-old infant on her arm, a sack of wood means survival. It means safety for her and her children, a way to protect them from the cold. To carry it home, however, is the very definition of suffering. Especially when home means an abusive partner.

Take Me Dancing / Hungary, 2017-18