The last two Jews in Kabul are old men who profess to hate each other. You're "a lapdog," one man reproaches. You're "a thug," the other responds. Yet no matter what the two men claim, their mutual contempt is the sort that comes from long, deep, and possibly codependent friendship; it's bred by familiarity.
They are the subjects of Seth Rozin's poignant, funny Two Jews Walk Into a War, now getting a solid production directed by James Glossman for Rozin's InterAct Theatre.
His two men have suffered a litany of loss - every anchor they've had in life, except for each other. Persecution isn't just part of their cultural history, it's an ongoing event. The Taliban in Afghanistan wrecked their country and their synagogue, the play's shambles of a set (by scenic designer Drew Francis). Everyone else is gone, either dead or emigrated. Gunshots and mortars - the ammunition of fear and uncertainty - orchestrate their lives. The single, strong pattern that remains is their behavior toward each other.