At first we let the story carry us along and we think we recognise it, and for a while we even feel at home and walk

At first we let the story carry us along and we think we recognise it, and for a while we even feel at home and walk securely around those territories we think are familiar, but suddenly we discover a shade, a discreet lilt, a mark we couldn’t foresee. Then we understand that we had not understood, we realize that the story is another, that we are and aren’t there.

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