\u201cI can barely remember my childhood. My parents worked in a metal and steel factory. They had a buffet\u2014peeling potatoes, boiling eggs\u2014our lives revolved around these. Nobody ever visited us. My parents dismantled the ring so that no intruder could ever enter our home. \u2018Our home, our castle,\u2019 they would often say. I discovered life carefully. When my parents were out, I would secretly listen to Abba and Boney M. The music thumped, and I was the tribe, and I was the tribal chief. I protected my home and my castle. I think I was happy.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Tribal Chief<\/i> is a monologue photo-diary. It flashes memories from the life of a middle-aged man, starting with the loneliness of childhood, continuing through parental disinheritance following his coming out, and later leading us to public toilets, sex cinemas, and the gloomy world of Budapest\u2019s People\u2019s Park. The main character is fulfilling a mission: he is obsessively chasing happiness. The side characters he meets temporarily during his exploration are mostly unknown. Lilla Sz\u00e1sz\u2019s latest project provides a glimpse into a story where the concepts of loneliness and intimacy become relative.<\/p>\n