Most of us have played "house" in our childhood. We played them according to a certain model that we imagined or saw in our families: there is a father, there is a mother, mother is growing a flower in a pot and father has a tie, sometimes father and mother are laughing, and sometimes they are angry for some reason. When playing "house" we always tried to remember what dads do and what moms do to keep it very realistic. Very often we amplified everything for greater effect, although in real life we ​​reacted very sensitively to any, even the smallest, quarrels of our parents.

In the play "Home" we see two people: their relationship, which started with a white sheet of paper, bends, sticks, rips, crumples, tries to find the right angles, and finally comes together into life. The play reveals in a simple and suggestive way how the friendship of two people gradually develops, grows into love, into a life together, in which there is both laughter and care. They try to show the little viewers that behind all the petty disagreements of the parents, there is still a big and strong love.

And who knows, maybe parents are children still playing "house"...