A long trip on the tube requiring changing lines brought us to Southwark, sometimes known as theatre row due to having several theatres of various shapes and sizes in the area. In addition, there are two large boxing centers resulting in many muscular joggers on the streets. The borough seems generally seedier, darker, and a little more communally closed than other areas of London, as though an outsider has no business visiting unless he boxes and enjoys the darker side of theatre.
We walked towards Union Theatre, nearly missing it due to the small sign, and realized the location was under a bridge with a train overhead. We waited with the other audience members until we were allowed to enter the theatre of 60 seats and no real stage. The seats were small, uncomfortable, awkward and close together. Each movement resulted in a squeak of some kind and we were often afraid to move lest we disturb those around us. The place was dirty and creepy in many ways and the sound of train continued intermittently throughout the performance. As I looked around, however, I noticed every seat filled and most people dressed very nicely in suits and dresses.
When the play called King John began, most of us were not sure of the plot not could we understand the Shakespearean language being used. It made for a difficult guessing situation that had to be done based on the actions and expressions of the players as they dramatically portrayed in character. Yet as the play progressed, we began to follow the story and to get caught up in the drama, the fear, the anguish, and even the comedic moments which were few but pointed. Minimal sets, incredible acting, intense moments, and sadness pervaded the play and by the end we were both relieved and strangely inspired by the events. King John died, the countries survived, the illegitimate son received his due, the mother got her revenge, and all were changed from the emotional drama.
After some odd dreams about Kings and small, dark Theatres, we got up early for a trip to the Mosque. The wonderful and large facility contains many rooms for education, artifacts, pictures, and a beautiful prayer center. We saw some original Quran documents, models of the original Mosque, and learned the required pillars of the faith. We learned about the history, the practice, the devotion, the descriptions of languages, the commonality with Christianity, and the differences. We also witnessed a steady stream of people coming in to pray. It was a vastly educational experience and one that I prize and will continue to examine as I learn. Confident in my faith, in my Christianity, and in my world-view, I am also happy to learn other systems, to respect differences, and to discover new ideas.
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