Is death the loss of our body? Or our soul? What are we if not our identity? Gill’s one-act prompts these juicy questions and so many more, serving a slick, genre-fied metaphor for how refugees are expected to adapt (unforgivingly so) to the culture of the country in which they seek shelter. It’s not only a chilling scene, but one both nuanced & humane, tackling the complexities of what it means to be and stay human amidst so much violence and terror. And, of course, what it means to give it up.
Is death the loss of our body? Or our soul? What are we if not our identity? Gill’s one-act prompts these juicy questions and so many more, serving a slick, genre-fied metaphor for how refugees are expected to adapt (unforgivingly so) to the culture of the country in which they seek shelter. It’s not only a chilling scene, but one both nuanced & humane, tackling the complexities of what it means to be and stay human amidst so much violence and terror. And, of course, what it means to give it up.