I greet you from the lands of tomorrow,
visions of peasant souls flying across the world.
(Fabrizio De André, Anime Salve)

When Oma opened her eyes that morning, she realized she wouldn’t be able to get up. Her forehead pulled upward, but her body remained motionless like a log. Somewhere between her head and tail, there was a terrifying short circuit.
“Oh, golden soul,” sighed Oma. “Life is hard enough as it is, but when your own body houses two souls pulling in opposite directions...”
That was the moment Oma met the fir tree.

The fir had lain motionless—like a log—for six and a half millennia in wet soil, before Jani and Gorazd Kutin stumbled upon it by chance in Čadrg, while restoring stone troughs at the edge of the village. It was so soaked that water dripped from it. They dried it and turned it into a lyre, a drum, and a flute.

Oma and the fir are made from the same dough: time that devours. In this performance, time will be given sound by storyteller Nataša Kramberger and multi-instrumentalist Samo Kutin, who will play the lyre and drum crafted from the ancient fir, along with the hurdy-gurdy, harmonium, and a bass harp he built himself.