LIMBO IN THEIR WORDS
“"When I was ten years old, we used to play with clay like this. This morning I was so concentrated that I found that feeling again. When you're a child, you don't have the same responsibilities, the same stress."
"I'm going back to Paris with so many stories in my head. Usually, in French class, when the teacher asks - what did you do this week ? - I have nothing to say. But this time, I'll speak during the whole hour !"
"For us, the days are twice as tiring. We're physically tired and we're mentally tired because we're constantly thinking about everything we've been through on the road."
"For a moment I was no longer here with you. I was in Senegal, on the street. I saw people passing by, I heard noises. I was really far away."
"I can't even put into words what I saw in Libya. I saw so many horrors. It's hard to describe."
""As I pressed the earth, I felt an energy running through my body. I started by pressing slowly, gently. I was relaxed, at ease. Then I wanted to press harder. The anguish came up inside me. I tried to hold back my tears, but they began to flow down my cheeks in spite of myself. Now I feel liberated."
"It was my first time going to the theatre, but I loved it. I didn't understand the language, but I understood with my heart the arguments, the love between the characters. I can't wait to go back!"
"Before art therapy, I was scared, dancing and everything. Now I think I wish it could have lasted forever."
"These were happy moments. I met people from different culture, and we made strong connexions. This place is good for the mind."
"We were happy together."