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Continental conscience

There is something about this continent. Every writer, published or not, ever to touch her soil knows what it means, but it will remain unspoken. Listen to this: He had disappeared into history as water in sand and she rediscovered him only now , when music was thrown over the sea. ( Marguerite Duras ) Yes, it is storytelling. The profound deepth of storyness, where cinematisation has given up a long time ago. More than just a storyboard. Here is only sea, water and the sky.