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Imagine yourself at the dead end of a long desert highway in the North American desert.
You just got out of the car to have a look around for somewhere to go and out of the seemingly ever expanding nowhere steps a jew in a dulled red baseball cap,
a black body warmer,
t shirt and rusty denim jeans.
As he pulls out a small gun and shoots you in the side of the head you realise at the last moment before the bullet goes into your brain that the man with the gun is Steven Spielberg,
the movie director.
Now imagine it again,
from the beginning,
and again and again for nearly fourteen years and you will have some idea of what I just woke up out of.