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They Spent Their Time Doing Nothing... They Let Intimacy Fuse Them.

A Great Wind Swept Over The Ghetto, Carrying Away Shame, Invisibility And Four Centuries Of Humiliation. But When The Wind Dropped People Saw It Had Been Only A Little Breeze, Friendly, Almost Gentle.

One Can Hear All That's Going On In The Street. Which Means That From The Street One Can Hear What's Going On In This House.

It's A True Image, Born Of A False Spectacle.

By Stretching Language We'll Distort It Sufficiently To Wrap Ourselves In It And Hide.