The dreaming child...

... my dad was often telling me this story...

And one morning the child ran into the village, proud of his discovery. And then he said to the villagers : "I've found how to win this war and free us !"

But the villagers did not pay attention...

Because for them who had been into it for longer than they could remember, "war" did not mean more than their daily existence. Because they never knew anything else. In fact they had been put in such an acceptance and obedience state that they could not understand the child's combativeness, nor his craving for freedom.