Un Archipel

“There is a continent where  maps are not drawn, but sung.  Each person is […] the guardian of a possible journey. Lost between the highways, the malls, the construction sites,  the buildings  and the no-man’s lands  of the north-eastern suburbs of Paris, we asked the people we met here and there  to invent this continent with us. […] We listened to their words. Earlier  working-class territory,  the north-eastern suburbs of Paris are changing inexorably. […] Un Archipel is the song of a world that is disappearing, an ode to the voices that resist, a wander through the city, its landscapes, its last secret passages.” Marie Bouts, Till Roeskens.