My name is Aya. I’m eight months old and I live in a buggy. I share a room with my mum, Nur, and a strange man named Jaden. I bloody love bathtime.
Jaden, Nur and Aya didn’t always live here. They needed to escape another country and they’ve ended up in a rotting room in East London.
Nur goes to college. When she isn’t there, Jaden chews leaves and hallucinates home. He sees giant rabbits with burning red eyes. He thinks Aya is someone else, someone dangerous. But she’s just a baby. Isn’t she?
Josh Azouz’s horror-tinged play, with an eight-month-old baby played by an adult, comes over like surrealistic Harold Pinter
Bizarre, baffling, brilliant.
A play full of ideas but without a central tenet