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seemed ideal.

Not that that was the reason I...

It was love all right.

A real case of coup de foudre.

A marriage of convenience starts

here and the passion comes later.

If it comes.

But start off madly in love and

theres nothing to look forward to.

And looking back poisons the mind.

Hmm? Old man.

I loved travelling because it was

something I could do on my own.

Poor Sam.

Doing all this just to please me.

But sitting at home sulking is better

for your illusions than pursuing them.

The last thing you want

is to catch up with them.

You people here can still do that.

Fantastic.

Be alone with yourself...

...and yet keep hoping.

Hoping?

For what?

Hope...

...is the last to die.

Authentic...

This really is so authentic.

But no, the video camera

was absolutely banned.

This is Zen, this is Zarathustra.

And all completely authentic.

Damnation, the one time

you really want it. Typical.

What a nightmare.

Hardship, Sam,

thats what travelling is all about.

Yeah...

Ill just go inside for a moment.

Style never creases.

Oh God, Im carrying on

like the madwoman of the mountains.

The home stitch.

The love knot...

The front mast throw...

The strangle knot...

The slipping half-stitch...

The lobster...

The witchs knot...

The Dutch escape...

People think that you have

to be a lightweight to fly high.

But the opposite is true.

You better be big and strong.

You need broad wings.

Light enough?

Light enough to leave the ground, but

is it strong enough to bear the weight?

How do you know?

- How strong the reeds are?

How broad your wings have to be.

You only know when youve tried it.

- So well try it out next week?

Perhaps. If Im far enough.

Well try it out together. Wont we?

Yes.

Some things are much too dangerous.

- They are strictly for grown-ups.

And why do people want to grow up?

To try out their dreams before

passing them on to their children.

Precisely.

See you next week?

- Next week.

When a northern gale...

...blasts all your hope...

When the fire... "

...of your sweethearts love...

...burns for another...

...hoist the sail, hoist it now.

We still have clouds.

Sail on thin air and set...

...course for the clouds.

Follow the first sigh...

...and let yourself go...

...on new wings one last time.

You sing, but what you hear...

...is the wrong song.

You know you feel the right tone...

...but it escapes you.

Hoist the sail, hoist it now.

We still have clouds.

Sail on thin air and set...

...course for the clouds.

Follow the first sigh...

...and let yourself go...

...on new wings one last time.

Each tear was once a smile...

...before it died away.

Each dream gives way to day...

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