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Chatty one told me – “Vlad, I choose this.” Floored me – choice in that muck? Doubt it. Still, she had guts, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. Dirty, raw life – no fairy tale ending. “The moon will rise,” but not for her. Cold, calculated brevity – it’s a meat grinder, mate. Watch it chew.

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Now, my faverit spot has gotta be the little park by the River Mbam. I sit on a battered old bench, drink my coffee, and watch the water do its thing. You ever see the river shimmer in the late afternoon sun? “I love you,” it almost whispers, like Amour in a quiet, tender moment. Only here though, it’s more of a cheeky wink than a tear-jerking monologue.

Fellowship Programme: Rachel Mariembe | Museum für Asiatische Kunst