“In an ocean port, under the canopy of a pier, you immediately find yourself in a ghostly world: no longer Here, but not yet There. Especially at night. The long, foggy yellow gallery is overwhelmed by the roar of a polyphonic echo. The rumble of trucks and the rustle of footsteps, the sharp chirping of a ship's winch and the first salty smell of the ocean. You have time, but you are in a hurry. Your past life on land is behind you, your future flickers with the lights of the portholes, and your present life, in this corridor without walls, is too fleeting to be taken into account...”