The soul of a country

“How do you manage to play music on this broken harp?

– I can do it because the music I play represents the soul of a country: it’s the Ukrainian anthem.

– I don’t understand…

– Like this harp, even if everything around you is destroyed, looted and ravaged, never forget that the soul of a country and those of its heroes are immortal… Keep hope Choco, keep faith in the future. ”

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Душа страны

“- Как играть музыку на этой сломанной арфе?

– Я делаю это потому, что музыка, которую я играю, представляет собой душу страны: это гимн.

– Я не понимаю…

Подобно этой арфе, даже если все вокруг разрушено, разграблено и опустошено, никогда не забывайте, что душа страны и ее герои бессмертны… Сохраняйте надежду, Чоко, сохраняйте веру в будущее.”

PS: Why Kharkiv and not another Ukrainian city? Because the drawing is based on a photo. The one of Alina who left her home when a shell fell in front of her house. She now lives in Paris and tries to keep hope in the future.

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Почему Харьков, а не другой украинский город? Потому что рисунок основан на фотографии. Алина покинула свой дом, когда перед ее домом упал снаряд. Сейчас она живет в Париже и пытается сохранить надежду на будущее.

Once upon a time… at Café Léonard

Once upon a time… at Café Léonard, there was a happy band of amateur artists who liked to share their passion.

“You see, Choco, it’s more motivating to draw with others. And over a coffee, it’s fun! I can’t wait to see each other’s drawings!

– Yes Loedi! I’m hungry… Isn’t there a biscuit for me next to your coffee?

– “Sigh”. You’re always hungry Choco… and no there’s no biscuit.”

But where have the clock hands gone?

“The coming and going of the trains has fallen silent. It’s been a long time since a traveller looked up at my hands, so …. What is the point of keeping them?

Why and for whom should I continue to tell the time?

No, no… time has stopped here and my hands are only the memory of a time lost forever. I might as well forget them too.

Today, visitors have replaced travellers and instead of running after time, they come to lose the notion of it by wandering from one sculpture to another.

No, no… it is better to leave them in this bubble outside of time and not to disturb them. The incessant ticking of life’s clocks will catch up with them soon enough.

Extract from a conversation between Loedi and one of the clocks in the Musée d’Orsay.

The sign board

-What are you painting Loedi?
-Our own sign board !
-Wow… so cool ! Do you think they’ll let us hang it in the museum with all the other signs in Paris?
-I don’t think so, but anyway… it doesn’t belong in a museum, at least not for the moment.
-Where then?
-At the entrance of our own workshop of course!
-Our workshop? But we don’t have one Loedi !
-Well… this sign board is the first step in the construction of our own workshop and soon it will be hung there!
-Wow… so cool ! I can’t wait…
-Me too Choco… me too…

A street lamp in the night

The moon barely lit up the cold winter night and the wind gusts were icy.

Loedi trudged through the sleeping city, and only the sound of his footsteps on the cobblestones disturbed the silence of the night.

In the darkness, his childish fear of the monsters that might be hiding there resurfaced.

Loedi shivered and quickened her pace.

“City of light…. where are you?”

Paris answered her indirectly with one of its majestic street lamps, which she placed in her path.

Loedi immediately climbed up and slipped into the glass interior.

There, sheltered from the wind, she was able to light a candle whose glowing flame instantly dispelled all darkness.

The lamp post, thus illuminated, reminded Loedi that it would be her protector until dawn, but above all that it was forever the proud guarantor of the City of Light.

Loedi and the coco’s birds

Do you know the coco’s birds? No ? Have you never seen one in the sky of Paris ?

What a pity… they are so incredible!

Let me explain how Loedi does it. If you follow these tips…. maybe you will see them one day!

First, you should know that coco’s birds hate cold and bad weather. In Paris… this limits the opportunities, but don’t despair: the best time of the year is in July and August, during those two to three weeks of heat wave, when we dream of a cocktail on a beach surrounded by coconut trees… and we have nothing else but our dear Haussmann buildings.

Secondly, to optimise your chances, you should know that coco’s birds are great gourmets: they love fruit of all colours, preferably ripe. They can eat a lot in no time! If you want to have the chance to see them up close, do like Loedi and bait them with a huge basket of fruit!

Third and last important point, coco’s birds have only one leg and two very large wings. They are therefore not very agile and cannot land anywhere without damaging their delicate wings. To make them want to land next to you, add some long and stable poles near the fruit basket to give them an ideal perch. Like Loedi, you can also opt for real coconut trunks, but this is a little more difficult to set up.

Now that you know everything… think of climbing on the roofs of Paris next summer and discovering the coco’s birds!

Recipe for a little haven of life:

Recipe for a little haven of life:

A few mixed seeds.
A little soil.
A little water.
A lot of love.

Put it all together and let it sit and wait…. wait… wait…

Nature takes care of the rest:

Sprouted seeds.
The first leaves of the seedlings.
Growth that is almost visible at a glance.
The buds soon give way to the first flowers.
While the petals have faded, the first fruits appear.

Observe, smell, touch, marvel !

When the fruits are ripe, pick, crunch and enjoy !