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« Dieu, ce sont les hommes, et un jour ils sauront ! » (Jacques Brel)

The winds of fate blew again and sown on the beguines. The Foyer Michaël lifted the sails with twenty-two students on board, twenty-two worlds in search of the human in the other; twenty-two seeds of the future looking for a focus of heat to take root in the human, grow as human, and commit to the human.

The south wind blew hard: two students came from South America, one from Spain, and one from Italy. A fresh, subtle and remarkable breath, coming from far away, from the sun-rising country, led two Japanese to the Foyer. Only a Belgian arrived by the north wind. All the others came from the four winds of France.

This gives us a magnificent human constellation. In the unique face of this constellation, we can already sense the faltering step, the burning gaze, the so strong, so terribly fragile voice of humanity to come. Disinherited youth of the soul, lost in the rubble of the 20 th century, in the desert and the opulence of the 21 th century. But a youth who is there, seeking his way to the human, ready to move the mountains of the old world. We hope to answer his call. For destiny weaves everywhere, everywhere and at any time. He gives us an appointment. Do not miss the child, do not miss the flower, do not miss the extended hand!

"Youth roars like a caged river, like a wild beast

And we, the adults, smugglers of this time, old seamen tomorrow

Let's settle our clocks at the hour of their thirst, offer them the sea, all the sea to drink! "

(Maurice Benin)