Marble Quakes - A Tremor of Love in Difficult Times. Early 2020. A significant change had occurred. Shock and excitement. What remains of something wonderful - of togetherness - when the political becomes personal and the personal becomes political - when suddenly taboo topics position partners differently? What has this exceptional time done to us? A story of deception and disappointment. Doubts and despair. Of trusting and believing, standing up, changing direction, and moving on. A journey into the complex transformation of this era. Collective trauma - told from an intimate perspective. I loved this man and no one else. Despite the scars life had inflicted, we carried each other. I had never wanted to obey. Belong to anyone. To be free. That’s how I had come to him. This stranger to me. Who gave me the freedom from my strangeness to finally move forward. The freedom that now threatened to be taken from me again - albeit in a completely different way. Everything seemed prepared; did something just fall from the sky? We lay next to each other. I asked him when a game would begin for him, when teams were lined up, waiting for the whistle - amused, he brushed a strand of hair from my face, asking since when I cared about football - or perhaps I had long before, I wanted to know more from him, in a situation that had already required full commitment for a smooth course? That was at the beginning of the whole dilemma, when I was still searching for words. I watched as his gaze hardened. A disapproving gesture followed; I should stop. His voice was loud. I fell silent.