The Balkan Chronicle

It was almost like old times. On the way in, you are handed a piece of cotton wool to stuff in your ears. The actors strip naked and cry openly at the accompanying music. They insult the audience and abuse the Belgrade festival-goers as "Serbian pussies."

But this wasn't some Pip Simmons re-heat from 1969, or a nostalgia jag for the New York avant-garde. It was a tough, raw, stunning piece of new Slovenian theatre called "Damned Be the Traitor of his Homeland" and it itemised the grievances and hurt of the wars that ripped former Yugoslavia apart in the 1990s.