Sergiu

Well, we were kindly invited by a friend to go and see a play on Thursday evening – a Romanian play called Kebab, translated into English and performed by an English cast, etc.

I’m not going to go on about the play, mostly because I’m no good (at all) at reviewing… well, anything. But the short version is this: the play managed to shock all four of us (two of those being Romanian, and the other two 100% British ladies who’ve seen more than their fair share of culture) – and not in a good way.

I won’t say that showing the harsh reality of what some Romanians have to go through when they move abroad (in this case Dublin) is bad, or that we should sweep it under the carpet like other nations do with their less pleasant aspects; but does it really have to be so damn gory, dramatic and shocking? For me, the play was about fifteen minutes short of yelling “We Romanians are poor little victims of this horrible world, look what we have to do to survive over here! And the only reason we’re not going back home is because it’s even worse there!”.

Sadly, it’s not just a playwright or a handful of people who encourage this – it sometimes seems like it’s the whole damn country, and the only thing I’m thinking of is the 5 o’clock news on ProTV… oh, and the whole gypsy-related drama that started in Italy (no I’m not politically correct). Just stop being victims, it’s not doing the country as a whole any good. But hey, does anyone actually care? And if you do, are you actually doing anything about it?