« Summer 1983, after a long crossing, I arrive in France in the charming
fishing village of Sète.
I am 7 years old. I can see only the sea. It is everywhere. Its backwash brings
a bit of my childhood and the images that bind me to it. That year the garden
colours of the family home in Algiers are regularly erased from my mind yet I
hold to them more than my own life.
So I begin to tame a little imaginary feather that, whenever I wish, brings
back the sensations of my past. I only need a scent to make it appear and my
treasure is all around me.
There have been many other departures, to Paris, to Zurich, to Montreal, to
Dubai - each time to live a part of life. Armed with this feather, I no longer
feared forgetting my memories».