A new day, so new chances to find the Fringe's greatest gem. Today, I am taken from Theatre Bellevue into a nearby alley. Suddenly I see her lying there. A junk, like there are more walking around in Amsterdam. I prefer to walk around it quickly. Afraid of smelling them or being accosted.
Metro, a play by Cat Smits and Anne Verheij, is an unpleasant performance. This time I can't walk through. She is lying on some pieces of cardboard in a corner of a demolition dw...
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