FTCA, the sect as I used to say yo my girlfriend to Paris. Since 7 years we know each other, she kept me with folded ears hammam lif or jeme3et FTCA. To me these barbarians gave me the initial impression of belonging to a world which only the initiated were allowed entry, a bit in the style of Masonic lodges. Members of the FTCA were found every year in Kelibia to invade the stands of the house of culture and the restaurant El Mansour. The film was their religion that celebrated their wedding on the beach of bacchanalian 2h at 6am or just the stars on the terrace of a hotel at 50 dinars a rotten night. Wood is my blood. And each religion has its rituals, the cult of the divine drinkers after the wedding Bacchic heads for the port to catch breakfast. Each religion has its rituals, the cult of the divine dreamers we eat fish barbecue on the port as a breakfast. Barbaric ritual which was soon made to taste. We do not live that night, the days of festivals, we live at all. Time no longer depends on sunset and sunrise. This overcomes time according to his own subjectivity. The holidays and celebrations, is the cyclical repetition. We live the time broke, and going beyond the limits imposed by the body. A form of asceticism subjective preach the children of Noah.
We expect the sun and we go out we go to the temple to celebrate the Eucharist film. The fans have their eyes glued to the screen. The images follow hypnotize us. And I look at the moon behind the screen. The moon as this screen reflects the light and sends images. Tribute to the moon. This is when the sun is not that the movie is.
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