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They come from Afghanistan… Paperless…
A tribute… For them…
They are real, they exist, they are here, in the middle of moving spots, bloodstains, spots of life, of violence, of electric moments… Behind them, around them, above them…
They are the witnesses and the victims of a war which never stops.
They merge themself with the paper but they are here. Humans. Living.
But on their lips, the wool, the wool cross, on their lips, refrain them, deny them from words which they can’t use very well. The french is a difficult language… communication…
Give them papers, and a roof, and a work, and just… a life… Just a normal life… Far from violence… So, delete the spots… no violence please, no more blood…
Cut the wool, remove it! Let them speak! Let them live! let them breath!
We can used the wool for others things, for beautiful things, better things..
Give them a life! Fight for human rights!!
sh*t!