The brilliant producer William Long aka Celer introduces this new output by a sad and somehow epic story that occurred to his great uncle more than thirty years ago, whose sojourn in Tunisia exactly lasted two days and one night. In 1984, this 80 years old brave man arrived in Tunisi from New York City, stayed one night in the Hotel Amilcar, where he decided to mail a blank postcard to his family. The day after he moved to Hammamet, where he rented a hotel room, bought swimming trunks, before drowning in the ocean in the afternoon. Caught by this tragedy in family, William decided to step back those places where his uncle spent his last days, but the sad memories melted with the beauty of those locations and that’s maybe the reason why the sound he recorded in North Africa and Tokyo combines ecstatic and lunatic moments in a lovely steady balance without that overwhelming melancholic waves, that often washes Celer’s outputs. William managed to trace those two days and one night of his uncle in a really immersive way by well-balanced field recordings he grabbed during his journey and astonishingly emotional ambient suites (“Spindles and fire”, “Sol Azur”, “In all deracinated things”), that could remind some ambient stuff by Peter Kember’s Experimental Audio Research or the moody drones by Todd Gautreau’s Tear Ceremony and Sonogram- ), and meaningful sonic postcards, such as the anti-imperialist harangue in French in “We cannot be the rich ruling class of a poor country”, the rendering of the moment when Celer’s uncle wrote the above-mentioned postcard in “notes from the Hotel Amilcar (with television, ocean view, and a glass of water)”, “Asleep against the black rocks near Cap Serrat” and “The fear to touch the sand”, that supposedly rendered the moments that preceded the fatal event, whose tragic beauty comes out of the sonic emulsion of the final “Terminal points”.