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No one understands the heart - least of all the overhanging mountains, enshrouded with mists or dancing storms, which rule godlike over the narrow shores of this bleak, sea-green fjord. Sullen sea breezes blow into the rickety huts in the middle of the night, without a care as to whether sensitive breasts might be sleeping there. Who doesn't know the strange feeling of waking in a winter storm to cold water dripping from the sloping ceiling onto one's naked breast? - then drop after drop - and it's impossible to fall asleep again.