Sometimes I find it hard to believe what happened. Arriving at this place in the heart of Ain Sebaa, an abandoned factory where the footprints of the past go on, was the kind of mystery that fascinates me in a world becoming narcotic.
Its story, its present, and its future have raised an infinity of questions in me. The place had a life,
I recognize the attachment that binds me to the spirit of this place. These are lost walls where memories speak words I now understand.
