Extrait de texte de l'exposition qui a eu lieu dans notre appart en pologne.

La boite noire.

It's not a dream but it was a long time ago so now images are blurry in her head.

Did they really exist or are they only pure imagination ? No it's seems clear in her mind...

A blond little boy, they were making everything together; laughting, fighting, crying...

One day they wanted to play to this game of warrior. This game that his brother used to play all the time. She envied him because he told her that it was a game for big boys and not for children.

Nevermind, what he said, they wanted to break the rules and their fears.

...

She pushed softly on the red button and the screen woke up.

The old video game make a strange sound and took a little bit of time of obey to the two little boss.

And suddenly, as they were  looking to each other in a complice way, exited by the idea of what they were doing, a noisy sound, a loud music...

They went away of this screen who seems  to have become a monster in one second.

They run the stairs like never before. Their dream of play has become a nightmare only because of a bad manipulation of the TV sound.