Poor little Otto. Poor little Astrid. When Mr. and Mrs. Rot got crushed by a train or eaten by an escaped lion (Otto and Astrid disagree on this point), the siblings were shuttled off to relatives who were mean to them and made them do, “folk dancing dressed like squirrels.” So they ran away and set up life in a Berlin squat.
A particularly dramatic moment, is it not, Comrade?
Christ Church Cathedral; a smooth black Celtic harp; a sexy hot curvaceous chick in black Goth wear; gray haired old lady in the front row; Jesus on the cross; punk rocker sitting in the third row; sounds of musical passion and love; words of profanity and poetry; edgy unique performance - this melange of contradictions is what the Fringe Festival is all about for me.
