Painful, memorable, sweaty.
It's a tragedy, so don't expect laughs. (Although there were two of them in 1 hour and a bit.) More pure, wounding pain.
It can be compared to the history of Lithuania between the wars and the second war. Just swap the names, the terrorists for you-know-who, the foreign child for you-know-what nationality. Or do not compare and stay with the pains of Africa.
As it is taking place in the Long Hall, you will have to turn your head. I would recommend a seat in the middle or closer to the entrance/exit, as this is where most of the action is.
There is not much noise, the music track is functional and the set design is minimal.
For the first five minutes it's hard to understand what's going on, but then things pick up. And it cuts deep. The actors are sweating, running, screaming, talking with their whole bodies. The ending is kind of obvious (you'll understand if you watch it), but it's still shocking.
It ends on a note of dark humour, which can be interpreted in different ways. The ending is abrupt, but maybe that is the pleasure of it - it makes you think more, it makes you remember.
After the performance, when you go home, you think: "What would I do?"
And not just one character, but all of them.
It was a pleasure to watch, and I still sit and think about it; thank you to the creators of the play.