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Something snapped inside of me after having revisited Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s Ali: Fear Eats the Soul in so many years: it was the urge to let out a storm. I wasn’t exactly sure at first, but I still recall my first experience with Fassbinder’s Douglas Sirk-inspired melodrama and I found it to be a stunning, if difficult experience at that. It was difficult because what I saw from Ali: Fear Eats the Soul wasn’t only a film that tells of a romance that was made impossible at the hands of societal norms. It was a frightening experience that brought back my own fears – and I froze on the spot like I always do at the hands of my own paranoia. I froze because I was reminded of everything in my life that I’m most afraid of and think about on a regular basis. I just sense fear eating me away at every minute, my soul is slowly leaving day by day – and I can never escape.