«Life at Fond-Zombi was lived with doors and windows open: night had eyes, and the wind long ears, and no one could ever have enough of other people. As soon as I arrived in the village I know who was aggressor and who was victim, who still held his soul high and who was on the road to ruin, who poached in waters belonging to his friend or brother, who was suffering, who was dying. But the more I learned the more it seem that the main thing escaped me, slipped between my fingers like an eel...»

This text by Simone Schwarz-Bart is taken from the vast selection of sources and voices that nourished the exhibition Le jour des esprits est notre nuit. To contribute to this collective reading (reading in French), contact Richard Neyroud: r.neyroud@cracalsace.com.