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Shifting, indecisive camera angles match this hand-to-hand combat. The hands tell their own story again: all they're looking for is somewhere to hold on to, but on the way, they tremble, they feel around, they pull closer and closer while keeping the other body at a safe distance so they can gaze at it from above, they turn to themselves. A constant negotiation of power. No one asked for it. It just happened. Every time we swear we did something on our own, we’re expecting an attack. But serendipity is on our side. Luck is the word we use when we feel grateful.