The starting point of David Bartoš's diploma thesis is a general reflection on the increasing degree of disinformation in society, which he has taken on his immediate social unit: his own family. This results into two therapeutically-looking performances, shot over a few months from each other, during which the author's family is busy watching a neutral speaker reading out Bartoš's painfully self-defeating description of his own complicated childhood and adolescence, including many painful memories. Both performances, however, differ in many details, including their cast. So where is the real arist‘s family? And is all we hear here really true? / pv