Kristina Bitkulova is a master of looking at the chaos of everyday life with that tired look that normal people only have when they reach forty. Her concerts are shards of emigration, war anxieties and Soviet absurdity, where every joke is a way to prove that a nervous smile is better than a nervous breakdown.
What others would call inspiration, Christina turns into a chronicle of survival at the intersection of everyday life and news. In her stories, laughter is not so much an amusement as a habit of not losing heart. Even love here resembles barks, and life slowly loops between bureaucracy and funeral montages.
