The host is a crab. Harmonious on his legs, sympathetic. We almost forget that he has become the face of the dreaded disease. His avatar. “Finally, I’ll understand,” loose Loïc, early fifty, staring at the installation. Three years ago, a congener lodged in the esophagus took his father. Upon entering the space dedicated to the Cité des sciences in Paris (19th century), his “tremendous” emotion is visible.
