- Missing Politician: What do you want from me?
- Missing Politician: [Alexander plays a tape recorder echoing words from the politician past] I wish you health and happiness but I can't take part in your voyage. I'm just a visitor. Everything I touch hurts me deeply. And then it doesn't belong to me. There is always someone to say: "That's mine!" I don't have anything that is mine... I arrogantly said one day. Now I've learned that nothing... is nothing. That we don't even have a name. And that each time we need to borrow one. Give me a place to look at. Forget me in the sea. I wish you health and happiness.
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- Alexandre the Reporter: Travelling on an assignment to the frontier, I kept thinking about the incident at the Pireas. Bodies of Asian refugess in the sea, after Greek authorities refused to grant them political asylum. Their determination to jump to their deaths, from a Greek ship, in the open seas after they had been diiscovered, while crossing the Pacific... How does one leave? Why? Where to? Is it like in that old poem? "And don't forget that the time to leave has come. The wind will carry your eyes far away."