In a world splintered by borders, a body walks — alone, then with others. From the quiet trace of a footstep to the trembling rhythm of healing dances, movement becomes a thread between times, lands, and lives. A gesture passed on, transformed. Here, heritage is not a relic, but a breath shared. A dance that resists, that mends, that dreams the world anew.
The body is a palimpsest - a text written and rewritten by individual stories, cultural inheritances, pain and joy, learned gestures. It is the very site of memory, but also of invention.
- David Le Breton (body anthropologist)
