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“Geografska širina definira pokrivenost prozora: tako su na jugu prozori prevučeni teškim i neprozirnim tkaninama. Intima se skriva na sve načine, visokim ogradama, zidovima, tkaninama i maramama, zabranama i pravilima. Sramota je život i lice i tijelo i ljutnja i ljubav i seks, sve se skriva i pokriva unutar četiri neprozirna zida. Naravno, medicina tvrdi, svaki lijek je i otrov, samo je pitanje doze. Skandinavski pristup i nije loš, samo su se malo pogubili s doziranjem.”

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