STORY
Then, I had to think about the story, teachers and classmates think it's the
most important part of my publication. Indeed, if the reader plays, it is to find something at the end. To link it with my pictures. First time I didn't want to write something on my own but maybe quote some famous graphic designer in UK and in France. After some discussion with Nicky I decided to write a story which deals with
France and UK. Finally I wrote my own story, one story about my last day in France and the other about my first day in Leeds. So my story is link with my pictures.
The main problems are I'm not a writer, and also I realised that my target is actually students or graphic designers but also French and English so I should write it down in these two languages.
So to help me to write a story about a departure, I chose to read
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupéry. Indeed, he uses simple and short sentences, which is what I needed for my game. I liked his style of writing as well, as it is
like poetic. It deals with a little boy who leave his planet to coming to the Earth and walking around. Plus I could read this story in French as well as in English, because this famous story is translated from the French by Katherine Woods which was useful for my own translation.
It was important for me to know if people can
get involved with my own story. That's why I asked to my housemates to read it, one of them is an incoming student as well, she could has recognised her own experience. The other is English but he still had to leave his home home once and felt the same thing. So my story worked for both of them. Indeed everybody has to leave something, somewhere at least once.
MY FINAL STORY
In English:
Today I’m leaving my home.
At sunrise, I blinked hard. I looked carefully all round me.
At a glance I could distinguish everything that surrounded me.
If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is invaluable.
I looked at this world; my world, to which I belong. It was a gentle morning. And I sank into a reverie, which lasted a long time. That morning, all these once familiar things seemed
so sweet. It took me a long time to learn where they came from, these littles inner voices. Asking me so many questions, and never seeming to hear the ones I asked them. What is “where I live”? Why are you running away? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? It doesn’t matter where. Straight ahead of me,
but straight ahead of me nobody can go very far…
It was from words dropped by chance that, little by little, everything was revealed to me. For a long time I had found my only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of watching the sunset and the dancing birds that I could see from my window.
I wanted something different. The desire to look further.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I haven’t got much time. I have worlds to discover, and a great many things to understand.
Today, I arrive where I am a stranger.
The unknown. When a mystery is too overpowering,
one dares not move. Now I stare at this unknown with my eyes tumbling from my head in astonishment. I want to blend in, into a culture different from mine own. To figure it out. But I am not at all sure of how to succeed in this. Words are the source of misunderstanding. So I fumble along as best as I can, sometimes well, others badly. But forgive me, it will not always be this way, this is just the beginning. I need to create new adventures here. Make each day different from the next; every hour distinct from the last. To not waste any time or opportunities. See beyond. See further than what is already known. Sometimes I feel frustrated by experiencing something so unique that I can’t explain it. Overtime, I grow to understand that it’s a treasure I hold in my hands. If I try to describe it, it’s in order to not forget. As for me, that is sad - forgetting.
In French :
Aujourd’hui je quitte ma maison.
Au lever du jour, j’ai bien frotté mes yeux. J’ai bien regardé.
Je savais reconnaître, du premier coup d’oeil, tout ce qui m’entoure. C’est très utile si l’on est égaré pendant la nuit. Je regardais donc ce monde qui est le mien, auquel j’appartiens. C’est un beau matin.
Et je m’enfonça dans une rêverie qui dura longtemps. Toutes ces choses familières me parurent, ce matin-là extrêmement douces. Il me fallut du temps pour comprendre d’où elles venaient, ces petites voix. Elles qui me posaient beaucoup de questions, et ne semblaient jamais entendre les miennes. Où est-ce “chez toi” ? Pourquoi t’enfuir ? Pourquoi partir ? Où aller ? N’importe où. Droit devant moi, mais droit devant soi on ne peut pas aller bien loin…
Ce sont des mots prononcés par hasard qui, peu à peu, m’ont tout révélé. J’avais eu longtemps pour distraction que la douceur des couchers de soleil, et du bal des oiseaux que je pouvais apercevoir de ma fenêtre. Je voulais maintenant autre chose pour m’habiller le coeur. L’envie d’en voir plus. Excusez moi maintenant. Je n’ai pas beaucoup de temps. J’ai des endroits à découvrir et beaucoup de choses a comprendre.
Aujourd’hui j’arrive où je suis étranger.
L’inconnu. Quand le mystère est trop impressionnant, on ose pas réagir. Je regardais donc l’inconnu avec des yeux tout ronds d’étonnement. Je veux m’intégrer dans une culture qui n’est pas mienne. La comprendre. Mais je ne suis pas tout à fait certaine de réussir. Le langage est source de malentendus, alors je tâtonne comme ci et comme ça, tant bien que mal. Mais ça il faudra me le pardonner, c’est le commencement. Il me faut créer des aventures ici. Faire qu’un jour est différent des autres jours, une heure, des autres heures. Ne pas perdre de temps, ni d’occasion. Voir au delà. Voir plus loin que ce que je connais d’ores et déjà. Parfois je ressens la frustration d’expérimenter quelque chose d’unique qui n’est tout simplement pas racontable. Avec le temps, je comprends mieux que c’est un trésor que je tiens entre mes mains. Et si j’essaie ici de la décrire, c’est afin de ne pas l’oublier. Je trouve ça triste d’oublier.