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“An so it is out of fear of disappearance, for the children of the future, that we seek to preserve, to "museumify" ways of life. In this "age of nostalgia", when faced with losing everthing, something of the past must absolutely be carried forward, of identities and cultures, whether our own or those of others.”

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