We find ourselves in a small isolated community. A snowy mountain town where rickety caravans offer the only protection under the unchanging heavens and whose young inhabitants are confronted by their own loneliness and the subconscious. The boundary between what really happens and what they think they experience slowly blurs. The performances by the Brussels’ dance collective, Peeping Tom, take place on the limits of theatre, dance,
and music. The stories are mysterious and the sets often grotesque.