When I was ten years old, I always told my sister Sophie about my fantasies of strange and beautiful creatures in my mind.  Every time the neighbors visited us in the village, we played games that were drawn from our imagination.  We were building small houses different from the usual shape of stones, wood and leaves with the veins of some plants to make the houses look fantastic.

We used to put roses on our hair and clothes to make us look beautiful, and we would paint funny and scary drawings on our faces to make us appear from another world.

Our families were laughing at us and watching us...