Dig sail

Fishing for beards, petting the mognoles, training the pijaunes, taking care of the big one gori, drive the bibinette, extract the ploiron, weave the blue iribé… As much of jobs that make you dream, so many activities essential to life, so many tasks guided by fantasy. Really? The reality is less poetic and behind these words which titillate the imagination hides the harshness of work in its most brutal form. And also its most unjust. Because you have to be poor to accept these repetitive and distant tasks, which maintain the survival of the most precarious by offering the most privileged the comfort they believe they have deserved it. What everyone ignores is that in the heart of a mine ancient flows a fantastic river, which feeds the land while threatening to overwhelm her…In ten stories which are as many journeys, Delphine Panique invites us to explore an unknown universe whose customs and mechanisms, however wacky they may be, they always end up recalling the gears that make our own world turn, grinding the little hands that spin. Flippa, Plopine or Raoula each have their own story. But what What unites them is this seasonal work, which takes them away from their home and their family for a winter or a summer. Without landmarks, without consideration, without defense, they are the invisible ones that no one wants to see and whose destiny indifferent. But a life force guides them that nothing can destroy. This energy gives rise to pride, affection, solidarity, and sometimes revolt. With deliberately modest means, Delphine Panique makes tangible the the most complex sufferings and joys, the most tenuous emotions. Fleeing demonstration and heaviness, she paints a poignant picture of discredited women, whose humanity remains alive, always alive, stubbornly alive.