Last night, my mom and I found ourselves in the hushed darkness of the Market Theatre for the opening of Empatheatre's "The Last Country." I loved it. Straight-up, one of the cast members, Faniswa Yisa, is among my most cherished friends. We studied together and even shared a humble home in Woodstock years ago, so I'm biased. Despite this, her destiny as a powerful presence on stage is undeniably mythical in nature, so this isn't a review. This is a story. And stories, I've come to believe, are our salvation. A Safe Space to Feel You must see this play. Not just because its message about migrant women in South Africa demands your awareness, but because watching it will likely affect you as it did me. Amid the noise of my generic busy week, something magical happened in that theatre — I felt something. The alchemy of masterful storytelling swept away the cobwebs from my neglected heartstrings, leaving them clean and resounding. My empathy and compassion emerged...