“It always happens in my chest. A very specific spot. The spot where my pain of non-belonging belongs.”We move, in search of feelings of belonging, feelings of home. All while physical homes are blown apart, washed away, occupied, stolen or forgotten. We move, not to explain, not to fix, but to carry it. To carry the wonder and chaos, the contradictions, the desires, dreams and memories, of this never-ending journey. And to hold its complexity. We move. Because movement is who we are.With Broken Home, My Shrine, Alix Konadu (whom you may know from her work in Hannibal and Burning City) creates a multidisciplinary performance about migration and identity. Two intertwined perspectives are at its core: those who move, and those who grow up in the echo of that movement. The migrant, and the migrant’s child. Drawing inspiration from personal stories and traditions of shrines and objects that carry memory and belonging, the performers create a shared journey through live music and storytelling. Starting from the fact that migration is part of the human experience, love and connection allow past and future to meet, holding on to humanity where it is so easily lost.