Lokaal 01, Antwerpen 2004
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17.01.03 Hello dear lover, We're experiencing hard and cold winter nights without you. Last night we sat bored in front of the TV. And couldn't help thinking about you. The pictures broadcast on CNN were difficult. After internal arguments we decided to part with the TV screen and seek some solace. It was 21:00h and a peek at the cinema program informed us of a showing of Roman Polanski's The Pianist at 21:30h. Although we'd known nothing about the film, we trusted the director. We dressed warmly and rushed to the cinema. To our relief we got there at the end of the commercials. We broke the silence looking for three vacant seats. Just in case, we reserved a free seat for you. Perhaps you'd surprise us and show up here of all places. We took off our coats and placed them for the time being on your chair. Immediately with the first pictures we recognised the framework story- World War Two. We had trouble deciding whether the hero was Polish or Jewish. We guessed from his appearance that he was a Jew; long nose, ears sticking out, narrow face, high cheekbones, and slim body. But the accent made it difficult to reach a clear decision. The sight altered: the trains, the bombardments, the dusty streets, the smoke, the crumbling houses, the broken walls, the smashed windowpanes, the doors torn off their hinges and the corpses scattered among heaps of furniture and stones. A chill ran down our spines at the thought that in sixty years time Gaza or whatever is left of it will be seen like this on a film's set. We hope you are safe. Love you, Gil & Moti
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