"One summer evening, a serious traffic accident almost cost me my life. I stayed in intensive care for two weeks, separated from those I love, in a parallel world, stuck between life and death This brutal event suddenly showed me that everything seems fragile: bodies, existence, relationships.
The fragility of love, childhood, beliefs, democracies. The fragility of memory. The fragility of the condition of women, in a world ruled by men. My fragility as a woman and mother of a little girl.
The fragility that I suddenly perceived in everything that lives, everything that we build and which in an instant can pass out, die or disappear. And the violence that results from this thought. And the strength that we must find not to give up, to survive and to resist." —Pauline Alioua