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29 October 2007 · by Tintin Wulia · in (re)collection of togetherness, definition

Suddenly I felt very sad.

I have been reading Andrew Spielman’s Mosquito: the Story of Manâ€™s Deadliest Foe, sparsely enjoying the amazing stories in it. When I finished reading the book about two weeks ago, I thought it’s really essential for me to have a chat with Andrew Spielman about mosquitoes (and how I intuitively started working with mosquitoes in my border-themed projects before I found his book).

I googled his name, “andrew spielman” harvard mosquito. The first article that I opened was this.

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As a result of an auction in Sarah Vanhee's The Great Public Sale of Unrealised But Brilliant Ideas, my bio has become a collective bio:

When they were thirteen, Tintin Wulia and Christiane Berndes wished that Peter Pan would lose his shadow in their neighborhood, because they thought that Peter Pan was kinda sexy. Night after night, they would think a happy thought, wishing that Peter would find them if they could fly. Nothing happened – Tintin and Christiane discovered that Peter had much preferred Wendy.

Three decades later, Tintin and Christiane are still discovering many things. One, that Peter Pan is a fictional character invented by James Matthew Barrie. Two, that the fact that Peter is fictional doesn’t mean that he’s illusory. They are also discovering that, three, it is not a happy thought that one needs to be able to fly – it is, rather, the combination of a passport and a valid visa. And also, four, that the fact that one needs a passport and a valid visa to be able to fly is just shitty.

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