Imagine a badly lit backstreet a few blocks from Wonderland. In the distance you can hear music and laughter.
Every day we queue to get in, longing to be part of all the magic in life. And every day after closing time we are thrown out, back to our ordinary lives.
That’s where we are, two strangers with a suitcase full of songs about love, longing and the wish to belong. Belong to something else, life or just ourselves.
