Je vois un peu notre travail comme le décrit la chanson de Malvina Reynolds God Bless the Grass, dans laquelle elle dit que l'on essaie de recouvrir l'herbe de ciment, mais que l'herbe repousse constamment, vous comprenez.
In the work we do not only with refugees but also with people who are homeless and with other folk who just happen to be very poor and need various kinds of help, I think of it a little bit like a Malvina Reynolds song, God Bless the Grass, where she sings that they pour the concrete over it and try to push it back, but the grass basically comes back, you see. It's strong and individualistic.