I never saw another butterfly...

               "That butterfly was the last one. Butterflies don't live here in the ghetto."

Recently we our school put on the play "I Never Saw Another Butterfly", which is about a concentration camp called Terezin during the holocaust. Over 15,000 children passed through Terezin, and only 100 survived. Terezin was made out to be a place that was "nice" and it was staged as propaganda to show that the Germans were treating the Jews better than they were. The story the play follows in a girl named Raja, and her story throughout her life, before Terezin and after, as she was one of the hundred. It tells the story of Irena Synkova's school, her family, and her lover. The whole story is incredibly awful, and really strikes the emotions of anyone who watches or performs in it. If you haven't seen it, or seen the book of the pictures the children drew while in Terezin, I would tell you to look at it. It is incredible and eye-opening on such a horrible event in our history. Getting on a different note, the play was fantastic. Our dress rehearsal did not go so well the night before, but something about being in front of the whole school scared into shape. We had an almost flawless run through, and the story was conveyed well, and with much power. I would like to congratulate anyone who was in it, actors or techies, and tell everyone that it was a job well done! Now, let's sit down and memorize a monologue for the musical auditions on Monday...