In Istanbul, November 15th, 2003, I met an old Turkish film director. While he was projecting four super-8 films he had made, he told me a story his city. He explained to me his beginnings in cinema and how he learnt to speak French. He revealed to me a fifth super-8 film and told me about a tower on which countless messages were written in every language. I associated his words with what I was viewing on the screen. This dialogue was not recorded, but its transcription was still possible : I kept the four super-8 films and joined them end to end adding the memory of this conversation : in the middle of the screen like a fine thread, a text scrawls from right to left. Translation : Paul Berry
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