A small village, a sign in front of a house indicates “empty house”. I enter, the house will be sold, everything must disappear in the weekend. The inhabitant of this old house in the countryside, I did not know him, left our world a few months earlier. Before my eyes, are spread his objects accumulated sometimes for several generations. The furniture was emptied of their contents, objects, clothes, utensils arranged for sale and labeled, 1, 2, 3 …. euros. In this house, emotion wins me over this heterogeneous accumulation, much more than during a burial. I have the impression of witnessing the disappearance of a life, each object even as insignificant as a dish sponge reveals the intimacy and tells of very long years of life in this house, a last burst of existence before the total disappearance …
