When middle class, white theatre makers are telling me about Syria or Palestine, I just say, who do you think you are? With writer and activ

I feel viscerally akin to the people running for their life. Being forced to leave is unbearable, on being a refugee with writer Zoë Duncan.

As kids, when we walked down the road, we'd speak Polish and if a German gendarme overheard us, he'd smack us, on WW2 with my grandfather.