ALL THE BEDS I HAVE SLEPT IN at Northern Stage

A charpai on my roof in Afghanistan.A dirty bunk in a hostel in Milan.A sleeping bag in a tent going camping with my college.Under a bridge in Liverpool Street on my first day in England.A bed that wasnt a bed.This energetic company of performers with lived experience of forced migration explore the seam of kindness and care that lies within their experience of leaving their homelands to seek asylum.From a flat in North London to the exercise yard of a Greek detention centre, beds anchor us to the various points of the journey. Supposed spaces of safety become transient; shelters are taken away without notice; and the route from one place to the next is fraught with obstacles.This play is a shout-out to all the real people who kept the actors moving forward. It explores the hidden moments of hospitality that change the course of a journey, and how to repay them. The intimacy created between friends when family is absent, and how to stay hopeful in a scary world.