The first time encountering civilisation. If you were a feral child, the shock would be traumatising. An all woman ensemble attempts to understand that trauma by bringing a newness to space, text, and time. After the audience is given a short introduction into the history of Kaspar Hauser, the performers begin a series of riffs on new interaction. Spitting out the single sentence that Hauser knew, they writhe around the space, and the piece gets more and more physical and textural, until a final gesture which lets the audience into the joke. Done in a dank and dingy cave near the bottom of C Soco, where the audience can freely roam around all of the performers, it strength lies in its non-linearity, never telling us, but allowing us to experience the wonders and frustrations of a new environment as Hauser probably did. It will probably frustrate many, and it drags slightly in the middle third when things just feel repetitive, but thats also kind of the point, the constant need for new stimulation, and when that arrives (in a way which challenges both audience and performer) it is a breath of fresh air.