'Have you ever noticed a sardine? It's not a fish, really. It's a thing that grows in a can. It no longer has any connection to being alive. It hardly remembers sun or sky or water. Covered in oil, in scum. It survives on the memory of all of these things. It survives on the closeness to the other sardines. Sardines/refugines. Or is it survivng? Are we surviving?'
'My name is Jelena. We are very honoured that you Americans came all the way here.' Each night we wore name tags which we removed as we came off stage and stuck on the nearest pillar. By the end of the season it was festooned with sticky buds.
Cast and crew supplied a never-ending bowl of sugar in the form of sweets. I didn't like the pineapple lumps, but I have to confess to being a big fan of the jet planes. They kept us going.