At the end of the talk, she wrote: In the end it was all water. Days later, after countless mornings of painful stare at the half open window facing the brick wall in front of me, and reading the words which are both the pain and the relief, I decided to write about the waters. Here the water starts, here the land never starts. Here the unsettling waters, full of bacteria has created small white bubbles. Open your mouth, breath these waters in, suck them in your mouth and let them kill you. The truth is, that they probably would not harm you, a small skin rash, maybe headache. These waters are just pretending to be the horizon to long for. All the surrounding lands, are fairly close, fairly safe, fairly familiar.