The little girl with a red pullover accompanied by her unfortunate followers, among them some aloof penguins and an old man without a head were walking in the streets of a city which they wrongfully believed was Vienna near the Austrian Ocean. They were wondering among a crowd of heartless humans whose purpose in life was, apparently, to scream nonsensical phrases linked to the perception they had of a world with character and purpose but without outsiders. The little group led by the redhead girl called upon one of these unfortunate souls to show them the direction of Arezzo where Piero della Francesca’s frescoes were hidden. But this did not have any meaningful impact and soon enough they found themselves in front of a golden building without an entrance


Wandering in a world which was losing its meaning step after step, the Penguins looked at the ground underneath them and discovered shadows of worlds that had been, worlds that could have been and worlds that would never be. All of them were moving around like brainless sparrows with no apparent sense of direction or purpose. At that moment they understood that the point was not that much what had to be done but how they were to do it and they noted with an immense feeling of satisfaction that nothing which they might have done or omitted to do in their tiny lives of penguins lost in this or whichever other nonsensical world could shame them. They felt proud about it and when looking at the salamander, the butterfly and the little girl with a red pullover they sensed without being in a position to prove it that they were all in the same position. Who was the culprit? did they wonder but they could not respond to this absurd question because their perception of the world was blurred and ineffective. The girl tried to speak but no sound emerged from her childish lips.


La nuit est souvent sombre, pas forcément tout le temps, mais très souvent, en fonction du lieu où l’on se trouve et des circonstances personnelles ou collectives ou autres, c’est selon…