You don’t usually hear from me, the little engine behind Postmark Ukraine, which is strange in some ways, having lived a life on stage in the company of thousands. It was simpler there – the costumes and the make-up, the bobby pins and the props ensured a well-rehearsed scene. This is, of course, what we want you to see, after all. It’s what we work hours for; it’s what you pay good money for at the box office. What you don’t see is the sacrifice and often pain, tears at the