Being Different Is A Right

Being Unequal Is A Crime.

The banner I performed under on stage in Guastalla, at the Un Po di Gange Festival last Friday. It was inscribed in Italian, French, English, German.

All my associations with the River Po were from reading Giovanni Guareschi's novels, set on its banks, as a girl. Performing there, on a rain-drenched night, for a multiracial, multigenerational audience of Indian, African, European migrants, activists, artists, local residents, Indophiles - was surreal, to say the least. And amazing. One of the things about my work that fills me with gratitude is how it constantly shakes up my view of the world and my preconceptions of my place in it.