MEDIATHEK

"It is one of those rare shows that puzzle and irritate you and yet keep tugging at your nerve cells. There was something about that big green sheet, the rag doll and paper rockets which took me back to the distant, long- forgotten world of the nursery. The sense of security one enjoyed under warm bed sheets... the protection, and the many games we played. And the echoes of big disasters, menacing but not fully comprehended, which sent us scrambling under those sheets. Was Aouni giving us a view of what we must have looked like to all those grown-ups around us when we were children? When at the end of the show Aouni threw himself on stage and squirmed his way under the green cloth to join his dancers it was a moment of overwhelming pathos. The child in all of us, who never leaves us however old we grow, was there and opting out of our murderous, insane grown-up world. "O dark, dark, dark. They all go into the dark." another Eliot echo. Was Underground a swan song?" (Quelle: Nehad Selaiha in Al-Ahram -Weekley, No. 602) whu