Concept, direction, choreography: Sanja & Till Frühwald


Dramaturgy: Mario Kovač


Performance: Petar Cvirn, Karolina Horvat, Andreja Jandrić, Matija Kezele, Bruno Kontrec


Video performance: Zdenko Brlek, Jagoda Kralj Novak, Marija Krpan, Darko Plovanić, Zvonko Zečević


Music: Damir Šimunović 
Stage design: Zdravka Ivandija Kirigin


Costume design: Žarka Krpan


Light design: Marino Frankola


Video: Davor Konjikušić


Photography: Davor Konjikušić


Graphic design: Dvije Lije


Translation: Dubravko Torjanac


Production, assistant director: Davor Dokleja


Production assistance: Dejan Košćak


Special thanks: Nikola Hrženjak, DVD Čakovec, Gradski bazeni Čakovec, Turist d.o.o., Aleksandar Tropp, Robert Dodik


Age: 14+


Duration: 80 min 
Premiere: 29. April 2015. Centar za kulturu Čakovec


Coproduction partners: Centar za kulturu Čakovec – KD Pinklec, VRUM performing arts collective, HNK Varaždin


Supported by: Ministarstvo kulture RH, Grad Čakovec, Zaklada Kultura Nova


The time that is left 
”The Killer in me is the Killer in you, my love” is a piece about the first cigarette, the first love and the first jump in “cold water”, a reflection about a crack between childhood and the world of grown-ups. 
In our interdisciplinary research, ten old and young performers are observing the old scares and fresh wounds of the summer of their life. The years burn. 
Through the ruin of the Varaždin Drava Bathing Resort, wrecked by time, which is a place of a strong collective memory of “better times”, we are entering an emotional pool of traces of the first experiences, big hopes and disappointments that formed some new identities. As many bodies – as many truths. We are opening a discussion about individual differences in perceiving reality and borders of really understanding the other. How hard are we really trying? 
By projections on a contemporary stage, a placeholder for “here and then”, we are questioning a different perception of time and this very moment where “what will become of us?” / “what is waiting for us?” and memory is overlapping. The old wound of the loneliness of adolescence is bleeding again. The water is coming in through every crack until it is up to the neck.  
We are floating on speechlessness. We move.


Sanja & Till Frühwald
And the Summer
goes by
goes by
goes by
F. J. Degenhardt