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You didn't see anything



A play about a Roma man from Bucharest who lost his life in a police action and whose death was not forgotten either by his community or the creators of the play. They followed up on the court proceedings of the case and did not let the murder go unpunished. The play "You didn’t see anything", directed by David Schwartz and performed by Alex Fifea, presents a real-life detective story. The case caused an uproar in Bucharest and the artists tried as they might to present faithfully what happened and how justice was served.

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