Dear O.
Arrived in Amsterdam for assignment. Weird city. Weird people. Excellent target.
The group works in English. They start speaking English the minute they enter the theatre (some don't). They are NOT very disciplined. We will teach them. In time.
Indians! Deep questions from Great Buffalo. Can't hear the whole story as the airco keeps being switched on and off. Afraid of being caught when some girl suggests the ceiling is coming down.
Escaped by means of a 'coffeeman'. Note to get rid of him soon.
Not too much plot. Just listening. Repeating words from the other player. Nothing suspicious so far.
Girls play men! Should be forbidden immediately! Why are there girls in the group anyway? The director tells them to TRY not to play cross-gender. He's a softy. Note to get rid of him too.
Teamvertegenwoordiger -whatever that may be- is Tom. We should keep an eye on him. He knows things. He talks to the board.
Robert's not here. He will be next week. But then Susanne's not here. Hmm. There's something going on.
Montage. Give the scenes time. Let them breathe. Players don't end them themselves. They do establish relationships. Hmm.
Homework. 'Bring a character with you'. Dead or alive? I can't tell. I still hide in the ceiling.
More homework. All members write a guilty pleasure in the blog. Aha! There we are. A blog. Note to get rid of that.
One blogpost per week. Minimum. True or fiction. Not necessarily (or necessarily not) taboos. What would they write about us?
More next week. Insha'Allah.
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Good work. I think they didn't see you. Some smelled you, but someone claimed it was the smell of the previous group, so no harm done there. Keep up the good work. Over and out.
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