The spark grieved that few people around her seemed interested in cultural heritage. We ignored him sometimes to the point of abandoning him until he collapsed on his own, on himself, in general indifference. We even invented the expression “demolition by abandonment” […].
The spark used to shine. She hated to go unnoticed. No longer able to bear this general indifference which upset her, she decided to do an exemplary action to alert the right people. Scare them just enough for them to finally wake up and realize all the threatened beauty around them. Make a splash, why not? She then took herself for a flash in a blue sky.
Slowly resuming work after the two brief weeks of construction vacation, a truce during which the expansion work of the New World theater had been suspended, she saw the said resumption as a most favorable moment to accomplish the project which turned her on. .
A brief moment of distraction from the guards gives her the opportunity she’s been waiting for. With a certain indifference, the silent spark, camouflaged and ignored, jumped to the ground and crept into a gap in the floor.
The theater was still dozing, his dream still entwined between the branches of the Ota River where he had spent the evening and part of the night rehearsing, working, getting ready. Fortunately, the sentry was watching. Awakened by the smell of smoke that was perniciously trying to infiltrate the theater, she immediately stood to attention and alerted the ghosts that have haunted the TNM for several decades. With keen ears, clear eyes and a sensitive sense of smell, the ghosts immediately lined up behind the sentry to block the spark.
“It’s good that you wake us up, said the sentry to the spark, but you’re going too far. Step back. » « Phew, said the sentry, I had the scare of my life. ” U.S. too. The TNM got hot. U.S. too.
Sometimes all it takes is a spark to rob us of what we hold most dear. It almost set this exceptional theatre, a jewel of our culture, ablaze. Let us be vigilant in the face of the precariousness of our heritage and our most beautiful cultural institutions […].
Let’s take good care of our heritage. He is fragile. Let’s take care of our cultural institutions. They are fragile. The sentry and the ghosts of the theater may not wake up in time. Because sometimes all it takes is a spark.