‘But that's love, don't you understand?! It doesn't get any better, that's love, I tell you, we fart together under the duvet, we make mad love, I cook you your potato pancakes and you call my mother when I can't take it any more, that's love.’

Following an intense relationship, at once a sensual paradise and a dark tomb, HE is at the end of his rope, he can't take it any more, he's sinking, he's looking for a new form of life in search of freedom. SHE tells us their story, from day one, as if the power of her alone could keep her safe from the dreaded news. At the centre of their married life is the fruit of the harvest - the dog, the denial. It is through this animal presence that the tragedy engulfs us, that the story melts away. Ahouvi, in Hebrew, means ‘my love’. Ahouvi is a love story between a Frenchman and an Israeli woman, the separation of a couple in the face of violence and destruction, but also in the face of the beauty of a battlefield.
This text is a tribute, a hymn to life and an oratorio of pain.