I feel empowered with these two little warrior girls by my side who happen to be my daughters. I can finally assume wearing a faux fur coat with cyber gothic black sneakers, glitter on my face and fake pearl diadème on my hair, making a fire on the banks of Seine river in our postapocalyptic suburban settings.

How lucky I am to be alive and breathing! Another year here, raising and loving those tiny free thinkers, princesses-pirates-astronauts-whoever they decide to be, defending our mode of existence – neither govern, nor being governed