I Never Saw Another Butterfly. It is about children in the Terezin (or Theresienstadt) concentration camp in the Czech republic and uses their actual names, dates and the poems they wrote for their secretly-held school.
I cry at everything -- like Rosie O'Donnell and Meg Ryan in Sleepless in Seattle who cry at the commercial where they bring in the new refrigerator with the big bow on it; or at beer commercials, and I don't even drink beer. So I took a box of kleenex with me. I used a ton.
It was a gutwrenching play to watch, but I was so blown away by the kids' ability to pull it off. It was heavy, it was dark, it was scary, and some people had lines that went on and on and on and yet they did it and with a lot of maturity.
And since my son knew German, guess how he was cast? Yup.
He went stomping around the stage with his homeboy here, yelling "Achtung!" and the like. I didn't want to take a picture of him at all, but though he was double cast, his other part was as a loudspeaker, reading the dates of the deceased.
May he never need jackboots again.