The stage is all set up. Pictures/paintings of children from Terezin that we replicated. Some fabric. A table and chairs. A barbed wire fence. It’s all there. Even some butterflies.
Dress Rehearsal tomorrow! AHH The sound better work! The lights better turn out good! People better know their lines and cues!
The poor thing stands there vainly,
Vainly he strains his voice.
Perhaps he’ll die. Then can you say
How beautiful is the world today?
—Birdsong from I Never Saw Another Butterfly