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“Marseille ist keine Stadt für Touristen. Es gibt dort nichts zu sehen. Seine Schönheit lässt sich nicht fotografieren. Sie teilt sich mit. Hier muss man Partei ergreifen. Sich engagieren. Dafür oder dagegen sein. Leidenschaftlich sein. Erst dann wird sichtbar, was es zu sehen gibt. Und dann ist man, wenn auch zu spät, mitten in einem Drama. Einem antiken Drama, in dem der Held der Tod ist. In Marseille muss man sogar kämpfen, um zu verlieren.”

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Book:Marseille Trilogie
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Jean-Claude Izzo
Jean-Claude Izzo

Jean-Claude Izzo was a French poet known for his distinctive literary style and profound depiction of life in Marseille. His works, which blend poetry, novels, and prose, have been highly appreciated by readers. more

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