"I am important to myself," states the anonymous teller of this Holocaust testimony with anguish, and in this realisation lies the play's greatest strength.

Through a monologue bursting with anger and brutal desperation, the audience bears witness to the incomprehensible build up to and execution of the Holocaust, but it is smaller, intimate and personal moments that prove most affecting.

As the protagonist manically reproaches himself and others for not resisting the Nazis and for telling protective lies to his young daughter, it is the vivid memory of her, consolingly squeezing his hand which stops his story in its tracks.

An excellent, almost painfully physical performance.