What would you think if you saw two armchairs under a tree next to a busy street? Do those chairs belong to a businessman, who tries to come undone after a heavy day? Or is this an exhibition for pedestrians?
No. Definitely not. Our exhibition is their life. Exhibition-not wanted. But for whom? For us, people with safer lives, it's so disturbing that we cannot even care about it.
I'm not saying I'm better than anybody who doesn't want to disturb his own life of ease. I just try to believe that I can't do anything, and that I'm not in that situation to be able to help them...
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