A giant, 12 meter tall, all-encompassing wall sits on the stage. No actors are ever seen. The award-winning Glory Wall relentlessly ponders the paradox of freedom in censorship with inviting chaos. 

With aftertalk on August 25th at 21:30
 

“This is a show about censorship”.  These are the words projected onto a twelve-meter-tall wall standing in front of the audience, completely obscuring the stage behind it. A few arms dangle through it, trying to communicate with gestures. A mouth raps vulgarities through a small hole in the middle. With nothing ever fully shown, Glory Wall proves that censorship does not kill creativity. But who is really at fault? The restrictions imposed on the uncontrollables, or us having enough freedom to start restricting ourselves and each other?