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My Week: Alexa Christopher-Daniels

May 2, 2013 13:41
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● My week in Israel begins at sunset on Saturday. As the traffic gradient darkens to the week-time rush of cars, motorbikes and Breslevmobiles, I sit down to my weekly Shabbat blog Trial By Fire – detailing the ins and outs of life as ola chadasha and Artistic Director of a British-Israeli cultural platform. By Sunday morning feedback has led me to meet an up-and-coming singer-songwriter in the obligatory coffee shop. She agrees to create a Hebrew/English hybrid for our next British-Israeli Tel Aviv event and we share the baked cruvit – an entire cauliflower, the appearance and effect of which earns it our "brain food" branding.

● Mid-Monday I take the sherut to the new central Bus Station – home to Nico Nitai's Karov Theatre and the She Festival 2013: To be his daughter - a promenade circle of performance rooms by British and Israeli female artists inspired by their relationships with their fathers. Nico's daughter, the founder and co-director of She festival Dorit Nitai Neman and I develop our "rooms", focusing on their relevance to forthcoming audiences in Leeds. What can they glean from switch between Oedipus and his daughter Antigone to a fighting/loving banter between a real-life father and daughter who are also actor and director.

● On Tuesday I go to the apartment of Nico Nitai himself where we work on his English pronunciation for SHE. Nico, 80, informs me that tomorrow will be "Shakespeare's birthday, Shakespeare's death day, the anniversary of when I arrived in Israel, and of the first time I went back." There are amazing photos of older Romanian and newer Israeli parents, children, grandchildren, all amidst the remnants of a theatrical career still striving to confront, evade and forget life pre-Aliyah over fifty years ago.

● At some point on Wednesday I rescue my own dad, playwright and former New End Theatre artistic director Brian Daniels, from the fragranced belly of the Crown Plaza and whisk him into the Karov for a workshop. We replay a cathartic exercise with questions about our mutual empowerment, working the responses into a performable structure. I love showing dad the full-on eclecticism of the bus station, though many Israelis still sadly fear the area with its influx of refugees and asylum seekers.

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