Amsterdam, 1999. Studying Theatre Science, first-year theatre analysis class. I sit with notepad and pen clutched in fingers, making indecipherable notes. Halfway through the lecture, Sjaron Minailo (Tel Aviv, 1979) saunters in, dressed in a huge fur coat, with big Gucci sunglasses and dreadlocks. With a sigh, he plops down in the back lecture bench, hears three sentences of the disorganised lecturer's speech, and shouts, "But didn't Tadeusz Kantor do that years before?....
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