Spread out on the table in  devant  of us is a flat  projection  of the inner earth's  surface . All the  perdu  continents are there, in silt form, with everything they carried with them as they sank carefully preserved, waiting the  jour  an unhappy child with shovel discovers them by accident between lunch and nap, out in the backyard or by the side of the  route . Solemnly, the surface of the inner planet slows, so that we can appreciate and perhaps even memorize the various shapes it shows to us. Can you recognize the place where you used to live?     Quand la télévision a posé son regard sur moi, pour quelques instants, j'ai pu voir le monde un dieu, divisé en différentes zones de transmission.