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I’ve been in Finland on the meetng of a certain feminist thought. I found in the depths of the basements
of the university library a volume of poetry of Martäa Tikkanen there. However, the poems of this
finnish are written in swedish, language which is totally foreign to me. Then, I asked to a colleague
of theater to be translated these poems, with her body, while the other one read them. Of this mimetic
dance guided by the words, myself and the other foreigners in this scandinavian country, could de
reconstituted these poems and glimpse the sense, with imagination.