Since she didn’t quite understand how the world worked, she tried to draw it, in as much detail as possible. With her head bent over her paper for several hours, her tongue stuck out to the side, she carefully chose her markers and, dot by dot, tried to copy life. But it didn’t work. Then she thought about it a lot, scratching her head…

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He is love. But who loves him? Who takes the measure of the extent of his solitude? The immensity of his distress? He knows all, can do all, is all. And nothing at the same time. So he invents stories, with billions of characters, in billions of settings. Just as a child imagines imaginary friends. She is consciousness. But who is aware of her?…

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She hears all, sees all, feels all. She knows exactly the other emotions. She feels it in her body. She becomes that other. She only would like someone to be silent next to her. Not to add useless noise to all that she already feels. Still no one seems to understand her. So she talks, talks, talks, to do as they do. She talks…

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Some people are inexplicably inhabited by a strong vocation from a very young age. Adam is one of them. The ladies in the canteen will tell you: when he was only 5 years old, this little boy who was not like the others already wanted to become mayor. Until he had the necessary experience to run for this position, the teenager trained as a…

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You can often see them, booted and gloved, on the roadside or in public gardens: the municipal gardeners work tirelessly to put flowers in the city. Sabine is one of them, and it is with a broad smile that she was willing to answer my questions. Hello, what are you doing? Well, spring is approaching so we’re busy cleaning up, removing weeds that are…

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Deliciously absurd, delicately crazy, poetically kitsch, it is hard to find the right words to describe Léopoldine HH’s show! The singer and her two acolytes subtly slip from sequined costumes to tight leotards, from synthesizer to ukulele, from Antonin Artaud to France Gall, from electro to Alsatian rhymes, so much so that at the end, no one is surprised to see a giant inflatable…

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By his own admission, Raymond is « well into his 80s ». However, this native of Tarn has lost none of his energy or his passion for blacksmithing. « I became a blacksmith because I am very cold », he explains with an amused smile, « I had the choice between baker and blacksmith, I became a blacksmith, because it is a job I love ». And that’s not a…

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In the small town where I live, there is a bridge named after an American soldier who is known for saving the bridge and allowing his fellows to liberate the town. Every year a ceremony is held there in his honour. On that day I was on the bridge taking pictures of the ceremony, when an old man came up to me and started…

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