My father, a flute player, works on an assembly line on Île Seguin, but he no longer has any goats to call! My mother is sad in her small kitchen with its blue, white, and red doilies. Thus unfolds the thread of the tale woven from stories of exile, featuring Prince Ali who wanted to discover the world, the ogress Madame Titous and her daughter Irid, no bigger than a grain of wheat, and the village grocer. A plunge into one of those oral cultures that still shapes the collective imagination today.
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