Anonymous Spectator, born in 1976
“NOTHING SHORT OF DELIGHTFUL (…) LEAVES A LOT TO CHEW OVER IN THE MIND OF THE AUDIENCE”
Dorota, born in 1970s
I remember getting sweets for Christmas and not being allowed to eat them. My mum, who ruled the household, made sure I would not eat them and used them as Christmas tree decoration instead. Many years later, I found out that my dad, in secret from my mum, ate all the sweets and stuffed the wrappers with paper… He basically escaped the rationing of the products…
Artur’s memory, born in 1980s
It was the end of 1990s, I was 16 or 17. My mum and I were traveling to London. I was going to perform in a Polish-English theatre The Imagination in London. I was so excited, but the problems started as soon as we cross the English Channel and got to Dover.