The book starts with the re-telling of a ritual in Foscani, Romania. It is midnight and Roberta Levitow (Theatre Without Borders) is following a simple religious ceremony that ends with a return home in the darkness with lighted candles. Small, flickering and vulnerable the gentle lights nevertheless create multiple meanings for the writer and transform the loneliness of the night into a shared sense of belonging. It’s a fragile yet hopeful metaphor both for the theatre work featured in both these volumes, and for the persistent energy that has gone into the process of developing such an integrated anthology of essays.