A worrying sight is offered to me, unceasing bounces of a child's head. On that long white wall of the endless corridor that paralyses me. I only hear a noise: bangs in my head! My eyes turn around the door, they persist on a woman with an exhausted look. Now dressed in white, prisoner of her hands... I want to help her. I can only hear a howling that reverberates. Her grim glance makes the reflection of my anguish neutralise me (I cannot see those horrible pictures that are turning in my head anymore!)