There was a time when man’s travel path was free like a bird’s flight. This world too was un-demarcated like the sky and the oceans. A traveller or a sailor was free to reside wherever he reached. The world has changed now. Victims of violence, religion and politics, thousands of innocent and non-aggressive people are becoming refuges every moment. Their earth is dissected, their geography is scuttled. They move on unremittingly in sand and snow, along the railways tracks and in shaky sailing boats. They have no address of their own. The landscape of the earth is now full of refugees.
Odia poetry: Devdas Chhotray
Concept and choreography: Ileana Citaristi
Music: Laxmikanta Palit
Date of composition: 2018