OUR PSYCHODRAMA DEMONSTRATION IN THE PERMANENT THEATER OF PSYCHODRAMA

Abstract

Paris, the shimmering Seine, the sparkling sun, summer, life, feeling colour, all magnified by the excitement of the First International Congress of Psychodramatists being held at the Faculty of Medicine at the Sorbonne.

The demonstration is scheduled for 3:00 P.M. We arrive at the Sorbonne full of good food, red wine and anticipation. The amphitheatre is packed, strange voices greet us, people from forty-six different countries with language, mannerisms and customs alien to ours are here, hundreds of isolates waiting to be integrated unknowingly into a cohesive group. The amphitheatre is dark, vast and dreary, the floor carpeted in faded blue patterned carpeting, on which stands a tall silent microphone, cold austere; a long table covered in sickly green felt stands against one wall, a wall which is half blackboard, rows of stiff wooden chairs line the table, rows of seats rise in tiers up and away from the circular floor space.