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Let us step inside the recording studio. Here, the identity we call pop singer is produced. It is this dream factory which makes the voice you hear on the radio something completely other than just a human being singing.
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They had cut the umbilical cord, cleaned him, weighed and measured him.
His parents had held him.
- He looks so alive, said his mother.
- The child should be crying, said his father.

Testing was done on the little body and they gave contradictory results. His heart stood still, while it grew. His body did not respond to any treatment, still his growth was normal.

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”You are a Greek statue”
a blind woman whispered in my dreams.
“This muscular body is but a suit of mourning”
I told her. Then, I kissed her and
I had her against my clothes closet.

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The current existing terminologies connected to urban space to me seems limiting in terms of understanding urban space. This has to do with the dichotomy public – private and its lack of ability to describe the complexity in society today. […] To be able to discuss and describe urban life it’s therefore necessary to find terms that is in between the public and the private.
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Once I asked my parents for a dictionary. I wanted the boxed kind, navy with a magnifying glass. But Dad doesn't get gratification deferral in that way, so instead I got the kind with two volumes, six columns inside. According to it, desire is both a longing and an absence. It's sexual. And desiree is a kind of potato, pink-skinned with yellow waxy flesh.
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A local Zambian dance performance with African masks in variations of black and white. The children sob and roar. Their expressions of fear and their screams in a foreign language sink deep down inside me. Why the masks seem to terrify them so, I cannot understand. It is a game, but still and all, it isn't. The black children I usually play with glance at us.
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17.09.2000. The Red Light District in Amsterdam is 700 years old and at a distance looks rather charming, with all the red lamps, cobblestones and picturesque bridges. Unaccustomed as I am to the area, I study the surroundings and watch how others act and move. Several people window-shop.
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I am at an art exhibition in Germany, watching an educational fi lm on how to use a condom for protection against AIDS. The film is from South Africa. One of the women at the lesson giggles and smiles shyly, as she pulls a condom over a wooden phallus. Her friends are in stitches and the situation exudes lust and powerlessness. I am watching the film, surrounded by happy German art lovers. But they are no longer looking at the film. They are looking at me with well-meaning expressions on their faces.
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