He looked into the water and saw that it was made up of a thousand thousand thousand and one different currents, each one a different colour, weaving in and out of one another like aliquid tapestry of breathtaking complexity; and Iff explained that these were the Streams of Story, that each coloured strand represented and contained a single tale.
Different parts of the Ocean contained different sorts of stories, and as all the stories that had ever been told and many that were still in the process of being invented could be found here, the Ocean of the Streams of Story was in fact the biggest library in the universe.
And because the stories were held here in fluid form, they retained the ability to change, to become new versions of themselves, to join up with other stories and so become yet other stories; so that unlike a library of books, the Ocean of the Streams of Story was much more than a storeroom of yarns. It was not dead, but alive.
“And if you are very, very careful, or very, very highly skilled, you can dip a cup into the Ocean,” Iff told Haroun, “like so,” and here he produced a little golden cup from another of his waistcoat pockets, “and you can fill it with water from a single, pure Stream of Story, like so,” as he did precisely that.
— Salman Rushdie
The journey is never over. Only travellers come to an end. But even then they can prolong their voyage in their memories, in recollections, in stories. When the traveller sat in the sand and declared: “There’s nothing more to see” he knew it wasn’t true. The end of one journey is simply the start of another.
— Jose Saramago
Liberamente Angela is a short film that I dedicated to a dear friend of mine, the writer Angela Altieri McDonald. The images of the video were made mainly in Brazil. Angela’s interview was recorded in Italy | watch the movie
Buzios is a Brazilian resort located on an oceanic peninsula east of Rio de Janeiro. There, in a hidden street, you can see a kind of outdoor art gallery full of colorful paintings.
These are the portraits of the Heroes of Buzios, the fishermen missed at sea who, as you can read in one of the paintings, “lost their lives to defend the freedom and dignity of their families.”