ABSTRACT
I have been searching back through my notes and my random memories of the three performances Jerzy Grotowski and his Polish Laboratory Theatre have given here, to see if I could say whether any one moment was more representative for me of the company’s special qualities than all the others I’d been exposed to. I think I have found one. It occurred during Akropolis, the piece in which Jewish and Greek legend run together like a blood puddle at Auschwitz.
