Hansel and Gretel. Part 2. At the beginning, we thought it was a product of our imagination: how could a house with these features exist? It had everything a child can dream with: biscuit walls, windows with meringue in the borders and sugar glasses, and i can swear the door was made with toffee. Hansel and I ate everything we could. It was starting to dusk, we were full of sweeties, and we knew our shelter was far away, so we decided to get in the house, thinking indoor will be better than outdoor. What wrong we were…

Hansel and Gretel I wake up at midnight, the images of the nightmare I´ve just scape blur my vision. The remembrances of the past visit me again, turned in nightmares. Everything started one day I will never forget. It would seem to be a standard day, full of happiness, untill, for a reason I´m not still able to undestand, we got in that house. I was walking into the forest with my younger brother Hansel. He said something that bother me and inmediatly started to run away. I went after him, without notice we were moving away each other. Then we saw it… At the beginning, we thought it was a product of our imagination: how could a house with these features exist? It had everything a child can dream with: biscuit walls, windows with meringue in the borders and sugar glasses, and i can swear the door was made with toffee. Hansel and I ate everything we could. It was starting to dusk, we were full of sweeties, and we knew our shelter was far away, so we decided to get in the house, thinking indoor will be better than outdoor. What wrong we were… We find out it was a cage. We listened the sound of a padlock, and an awful voice said: this night supper has just arrived. Inmediatly, the candles burned out. Nowadays, I can still heard my brother cries, begging to be safe. I remember how impotent I feel due to not be able to do. I don´t know how I could scape, but I remember Hansel took out something from the witch pocket, and gave the padlock keys. Everything is messy in my head. But I am sure of that: I will find the witch home and will hunt her.

Albert Camus On 7th november 1913 was born in Argelia, in a french settler family, one of theese few essential foreigners that mark the history. His name was Albert Camus and he died in a extrange traffic accident in 1960, three years later of gaining the Nobel award. He was primarily a free man, the first libertarian and rebel thinker, able proclaim in the darkest times that the tyrannies had improved themselves and that, due to this, was imposible to keep silence or beeing neutral.

The new finnishh art Despite being a territorial and culturally farther country, Finland is living a very energic artistic moment, with the opening of new places and galleries, managed by the own artists, and the leadership of the young and prestigious art school of Helsinki. Knowing better the nordic scene is the target this year of "Focus Finlandia", invited country in ARCO. Finland, beyond his wild and cold nature. One of the scenes in ARCO is a fascinating picture of famous gimnastic schools in Romania. In other work, we see a group of schoolboys taking a democratic decisión about how use the artist production budget. The third one tries to stablish a political party for the no-humans. They are three of the more succesful works of finnish artists. The first one belongs to Sala Tykka, who has just recieved an award at the Cinema Festival of Rotterdam for her short “Giant”, the last one of a trilogy that is displayed this days in the english art center BALTIC. The second one belongs to Pilvi Takala, whom display we can see just some weeks ago in Barcelona. The third one belongs to Terike Haapoja, who represented Finland in the last biennial of Venecia, with installations that involve the audience through dialogs with other alive organisms. All three define the local finnish scene, as well as the other scene, the global art.