A real life horror story is unveiling on our TV screens. Millions of people have fled their homes. They've suffered unspeakable horrors.

But from the cosy comfort of a Brighton sofa it can be difficult to comprehend. 

Fuga Perpetua used the arts but no speech to put you there. 

The opening sequence is arresting. From a familiar Brighton-esque pebble beach to a shot of the sea. Beautiful, deep, fascinating. As the image changes a boat appears. The bodies crammed into the small craft become clearer. A small boy's face looking up at you holds your attention. 

The show uses two screens with incredible effect. They sandwich the five piece orchestra which is frequently obscured by footage, only to remind you of the incredible live score when it reappears. 

It isn't a linear journey but jumps between emotions and scenarios. It's tough to keep up. Exhausting at points. But the rollercoaster of emotions is probably closer to the highs and lows of being a refugee than a neat, linear tale.

Often you want the people to speak, to use words to express themselves, to hear what they have to say. Not knowing their voices probably touches on their frustrations of failing to be heard among hundreds of thousands of people in similar situations. 

A work of genius which really achieves its objectives in a thought-provoking and stunning show.