The Greatest Playwright Of Her Generation

It may surprise you to know
that this isn't the first time
I've sat through a German-language
production of an English stageplay.
The last one hadn't been written
by a dead friend of mine however,
so tonight certainly qualifies as a new experience.
When I first met Sarah, she was wearing shades.
The sun was shining.
We were on the other side of the globe.
England had failed to qualify for The World Cup.
The actress playing Cate (Katharina Schüttler),
with her hoodie and her bare feet and her st.. st.. stammer
reminds me of Sarah just a little.
It's the nose mainly
but also the hair
and the way she holds the gun.
"Lesbo" read the surtitles. "Gash"... "Spaz"... "Wog"...
The stage spins.
Rubble falls from the roof.
Giant fluorescant striplights hum.
Even now, some 12 years later,
that line about Man Utd beating Liverpool still grates.
She'd've been happy about that.

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