In the village of Dom there’s light growing in each garden. Light as pure as
the sun itself. Even though being truly untouchable, they say that the ones
who dared to drink it, never suffered from hopelessness again. How do we assemble a new definition of “us”? How can we negotiate togetherness? Drawing from Natalie’s eyes we perceive the determination of
the hardworking people that bear on their shoulders the tyranny of control.
Through bodies, voices, consensus and fluidity, the short story “The Village of Dom”, traces the path from replacing toxic hierarchical systems into the
demanding task of being aware of power dynamics in informal structures.