HOPE
To say a life? In the garden is the reflection of what my mother always lacked.
If we must say what happens to us when we leave, we must also mention the episode. A biographical element. I fled Algeria with my family. I ended up here. Almost forty years have passed since then. And I have lived through them all driven by just one burst of light, falling on my face, that day when, a few kilometres from the harbour in Marseille, they raised the tarpaulin on the army truck that was taking us to the camp of Saint-Maurice-de-l’Ardoise.
It’s amazing. All you need to love a country is to see a landscape. Forty years of proximity and to know so little about that. The episode was denied, the better to bemoan the sad fate of the “drowned ones.” To stifle hope, you
must also extinguish the light of harbours.
Zahia Rahmani |