This is the story of Kay Bartholdi. Kay is my neighbor, my friend. Kay is more than that... One day, Kay came into my restaurant. She put a big bundle of letters on the table. She told me: you do what you want with them... I don't want to keep them anymore. I didn't read them right away, but as soon as I started, I couldn't stop... Yet... Yet, I knew her story... The story of a love as high as a cathedral, violent as a pirate's broadside, with songs, confessions, incense, boardings, storms, hostage-taking. A lot of fervor. A lot of suffering too. We forget it too much now. Suffering can be beautiful. Beautiful.
This is the story of Kay Bartholdi. Kay is my neighbor, my friend. Kay is more than that... One day, Kay came into my restaurant. She put a big bundle of letters on the table. She told me: you do what you want with them... I don't want to keep them anymore. I didn't read them right away, but as soon as I started, I couldn't stop... Yet... Yet, I knew her story... The story of a love as high as a cathedral, violent as a pirate's broadside, with songs, confessions, incense, boardings, storms, hostage-taking. A lot of fervor. A lot of suffering too. We forget it too much now. Suffering can be beautiful. Beautiful.