A girl phoned me the other day and said... 'Come on over, there's nobody home.' I went over. Nobody was home.
That odd idea that one person can go to a foreign part and in this rather odd voice describe it to the folks back home doesn't make much sense in the post-colonial world.
No one prepared me for the stress and insanity of a week leading up to a movie. Years and years of work come down to three days.

