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A look inwards, is it possible to feel, how far? Is the journey possible? The old Alexandrian hinted at it very well in his poem: wherever you go into exile, your own neighbourhood will follow you, you will build that family you wanted to get rid of. The verses of Constantinos Cavafis' The City accompany this journey through skin, through two skins, and fragments of a Dutch landscape.
