Moi qui marche à tâtons dans ma jeunesse noire

At fifteen, life gets complicated, love arrives, it's not easy, not like in the novels. How do we exist? We take a pen and write. We settle (as we can) our little conflict with death. And, quitely, we unwind all the knots in our head.

Moi qui marche à tâtons dans ma jeunesse noire is both self-portrait, story and fragments of a diary. The heroine's handwriting unfolds, punctuated by boxes reminiscent of comic strips. Beyond worries and boredom, it is an unexpected happiness - to live, to write - that we discover with her.