
Tonight, it’s showtime. I’m going to give it my all. Put myself on the line. Mix it all together: Belgium, war, capitalism, memories, La Louvière, my failed attempts at passing on my legacy, patriarchy, my wavering faith in redemption, song, cabaret, fries, glitter, fascism, and wild, burlesque acts. Wearing a garter belt, I revisit our anxieties and alienations in a joyful mess. Mère Patrie is a political and clownish cabaret. A space to lay yourself bare, put up a little resistance, laugh while it’s all burning down, and enjoy it before the end of the world.