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Can such a harmless activity like fishing in the city turn into a political gesture of unsuspected potential? Or on the contrary is it not just the melancholic confirmation of our defeat and powerlessness, and its normalisation? What happens when we run out of words?
Can such a harmless activity like fishing in the city turn into a political gesture of unsuspected potential? Or on the contrary is it not just the melancholic confirmation of our defeat and powerlessness, and its normalisation? What happens when we run out of words?