Stories to be told...

Today whilst I was on the Royal Mile, I spoke to a mother and her two sons about coming to watch Wealth. Unfortunately, she was only in Edinburgh for the day but planned to return later in the month.

Wealth is such a unique play that people are always intrigued and fascinated by the plot when I explain it to them but today, it was my turn to be fascinated. The woman I spoke to was called Hilary and had been born in Kenya. During the 60's there was an uprising in which all white Kenyans had to flee the country. Her mother tried to smuggle both herself an her brother out but was unable to. Instead she was only able to take one child (Hilary) and flew to England with barely the clothes she had on her back. The other child (Hilary's brother) was taken to a hospital refuge and smuggled to England by a random stranger.

I was astounded by the story and urged Hilary to note it down but alas, her mother passed away last year and so it is a story that may never have a chance to be told.

It just makes you realise how many stories there are out there waiting to be told and shared and understood.

Tomorrow Amnesty International are coming to see the production and they'll be a post show discussion afterwards. I'm excited; this is such a powerful, universal story- my interest is piqued to know what Amnesty have to say about it.

Until tomorrow!