This Play Shouldn't Exist (and I Was Supposed to Be on Holiday)

Last year retired playwright Jonas Müller received a box from an unknown sender. It contained an enormous handwritten book, a pink flash drive and a firm but friendly threat. This is the tale of what happened next. It's also about an elephant named Marcel, but let's not dwell on that. A never-ending tale about unbelievably true stories and the art of honest deception. 'A magical journey into one of the most fascinating experimental theatrical minds at the Fringe' (BritishTheatreGuide.info). 'A marvellous invention with Fargo-like claim to truth-telling' (FringeReview.co.uk).