Book : Le calepin picoté avec un canard dessus (978-2-924253-11-3)
I drew souvenirs. Mine. But also those of Old-Grandpapa. And there were still a lot in his worn out memory. It was so worn out, that it had many holes. Holes through which souvenirs were running away. Souvenirs lost for ever, because it had not been written in his notebook.