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Smell of Cold and Salty
The first words I thought of when I arrived in this city.
Cold and Salty is an Installation about the city, It's the voices of people I met in the endless rows of the immigration offices, on the stairs of the place that allows free local calls, in the school corridors, of people who asked me a hundred time where I came from, in the meeting with others who have been here for six, ten, twenty or fifty years and have gone trough similar bureaucratic process, on the streets where life is living.
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Kode. Bergen, Norway 2020
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