Youth comes from afar, it is an ancestral might that gets renewed at every present. Every youth blossoms over the ruins of the youth that has preceded it. It is an infinite movement that, from ancient Greece to today’s Tunis, runs through every revolution, be it political or amorous. The first challenge of the power that tries to keep its control, it doesn’t matter which power it is, lies in taking that immemorial energy of the youth apart.
(Nicolas Klotz, A community or something like that)