The Hour We Knew Nothing of Each Other

by Peter Handke
from a new translation by Meredith Oakes

For a moment, a bright, empty town square. And then a figure darts across, and another and another – businesspeople, roller-bladers, a cowboy, several street-sweepers, a halfdressed bride, a film crew, a line of old men, a tourist, a beauty in a mirrored dress, Abraham and Isaac, a family of refugees, a fool – more and more people, the bizarre and the humdrum, fleetingly connected by proximity alone.

Surprising, funny, fast and physical, this is theatre to set the imagination on fire.

Twenty-seven actors, 450 characters and no dialogue: a play without words by the great experimental figure of European theatre, Peter Handke.

Trailer by Stephen Cummiskey