The Shoe Room

A London bookstore destroyed in an air-raid

Today I had the privilege of watching the production, The Shoe Room, preformed by the Elite Dance and Theatre Company and presented in the N4th Theatre. The Shoe Room is set during the Holocaust, focusing on different people that lived and died in Germany, and what they had to go through.
  Someone asked me, "Why would you want to see a play like that? That's not fun."
  No, it wasn't fun. In fact, I cried several times. Why would I want to pay money to go cry? I'll tell you why. I didn't walk out of there laughing, saying I enjoyed it; rather, I walked out somber. It was a powerful, thought-provoking kind of production, one that made me thankful. Thankful that our world is not in a massive war. Thankful that I do not have to kiss my father every day, not knowing if the Nazis will come and take him. Thankful that my books will not be burned for containing contrary ideas to the governments. That I do not live in fear of air-raids. Thankful that I do not have brothers or a husband overseas.  Those Jews, Germans, Americans, and many, many others that suffered so much during the war gave their lives so that I could be free today. So that I don't live under a dictator.
  So why do I go see plays like The Diary of Anne Frank and The Shoe Room? To remember those that gave their lives so that I might be free, and to remember just how much I have to be thankful for every single day.
  If you live here in NM, I would encourage you to go see it; next weekend, the 30th and 31st, there are three more performances of this powerful production. It will leave you with more than just a good time, but with thought-provoking words, and a glimpse into the lives of those who walked in the shoes of World War II.