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So far the camera has been toying with our memory, repeating itself in its own ritournelles, similar but not identical, somehow familiar but different every time, evoking a refrain: the verse of a song we know by heart but that only makes sense when we associate it with how we feel in the here and now. Last time we saw this face from this angle, with these eyes travelling from left to right, everything was dark. Now there are reasons for smiling. Probably Elias winks at the guard named Sotiris, the one who saves.