#sara dach

[whyeverr]

The painting of Fleck and Rosie I “never had time” to finish...

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To Be Honest - Lacoste x Zalando from Fiona Jane Burgess on Vimeo.

Starring Camille Jansen and Nick Coutsier

Directed by Fiona Jane Burgess Production: HALAL Executive Producer: Job Sanders Producer: Josefine Bothe Production Coordinator: Justus Touissant Service Production: Western Productions Executive Producer Western: Esther de Udaeta

DOP: Andreas Bjørseth 1st AD: Chema Linares Gaffer: Javier Vazquez Steadicam Operator: Alberto Ojeda

Copywriters: Jess Cole and Fiona Jane Burgess Production Design: Delfin Emiliano Casting Director: Julie Sinios Casting Assistant: Celine Tyson Stylist: Sina Braetz Hair & Make-Up: Rubén Mármol Director's Research Assistant: Maite de Orbe

Post producer: Sara Kurp at Okay Studios Editor: Jo Lewandowska Music and Sound: King Lear Sound Designer: Jack Sedgwick Music Supervisor: Sarah Giles Music by Pinkpirate and Nimino Colourist: Julien Alary Graphics: Yinchel Fyon Tang

Agency: ZMS Creative Agency Producer: Sven Materna Creative Director: Thorsten Grimm Creative: Meredith Bucher Creative: Apollonia Gardiner Accountmanager: Karl Metni Brand Image Manager: Caroline Geraud Head of Trade Marketing DACH: Philipp Witzke

Talent/ Voice Over: Camille Jansen Talent: Nick Coutsier, Javier Dichas, Daisy Zhou, Yasmin Fröjd Aoura

Film processing and scanning by Cinelab UK Shot on 16mm

[whyeverr]

“I—I—I... [guttural stutter] —I c... I curse you... [choking] w...with... my...”

“Meine liebe, I can’t—”

“...dy........ing...” 

—what are you trying to say? Save your strength, Johannes, plea—”

“...b...breath...”

[whyeverr]

“What were his last words? Did he have any final wisdom to share?”

“Oh... Erm, I wish I... I wish I could have understood everything he tried to convey. It was so difficult to piece together, towards the end... I— I read him… his favorite Nietzsche passages, and he— [choked up] He told me to mark a passage, and t— to always think of him...”

[heavy sobs]

[whyeverr]

From this time on, Dr. Roder came to visit me every day, taking a special interest in my treatment and care.

“Careful... You’ve got it... Remember: will to power, Frau Dach...”

[whyeverr]

The violin Captain Wolcott gave us, which I am “never allowed” to touch...

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“Wait, did my message in a bottle idea actually work—?”

“What? No, we received an urgent message shortly after they found the bodies.”

“Bodies?!”

[whyeverr]

This place... So much abundance, everywhere you look.

We had first pick and... we got it all wrong.

[whyeverr]

This is hopeless. But... 

I have to try.

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“Eugh, lady. I don’t know... Even his correspondence reads like academic drivel.”

“So he’s too amateur for a scholarly journal but too scholarly for a layperson with even a passing interest in philosophy?”

“Something like that...”

[whyeverr]

“Who’s a good doggie?!”

[playful yip]

...

[ambient nocturnal wildlife]

Now this... This is island living.

[whyeverr]

“Say, Did that skinny fellow really kill those two missing hoteliers? I never bought it. How could a man half starved to death take out two people with no trace of a struggle?”

...

“Actually. I believe he had help.”

[whyeverr]

“I’m sorry, but no. We didn’t give up our lives and travel halfway across the world to conduct an experiment only for tabloids to be all that is ever published about it.”

“Hang on, I thought I recognized you from somewhere. You’re those modern day Adam and Eve kooks—”

[pained sigh]

“...Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

[whyeverr]

Sara Dach died in hospital only a few short years after publishing her memoir from complications of her chronic illness and years of malnourishment on Mua Pel’am. While she never made good on her promise to publish Johannes Roder’s philosophical works, she did succeed, at least, in saving him from passing into total obscurity. Though Greta’s rival narrative added fuel to the flame of speculation about Sara’s involvement in Johannes’ untimely passing, she was never formally questioned or charged and his death is still officially listed as an accidental food poisoning.

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“It’s really [sniffle] — it’s really, you, Captain.” 

“Sara, call me Allan.”

[whyeverr]

“Mr. Zitrone? I’m here to get my late partner’s book published. His life and letters, or... something along those lines.”

“Well, let’s take a look...”