As a child, Laurent frequently spent his
holidays at his aunt's. In the dining room,
sealed above an imposing cupboard,
there reigned an impressive pottery
made by his great granfather at the end
of the 19th century.
It represented the face of bacchus, the
wine god, depicted with diabolical
features which aroused the young
boy's fear.
Years after years, his imagination would
crystallise that face in his memory, then
to appear again in his nightmares in the
guise of certain Giovanni.
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