Nathalie Moine is the author of a book on the subject of refuge. She says that everyone feels the need to find refuge at some point in their life.
Refuges include a police station, a room of one's own, a good book or a cuddly toy. The creation of a refuge does not exist without damage, says Moine. She cites the case of Robinson Crusoe, who found refuge in a cave where he lost his reason, forgets his identity, and forgets the return of others from the day from the world. The book is a door to a universe of folds, studded with references, she says. It is unexpected: “My refuge is the song of birds,” says Nathalie, “It reminds me of an intimacy with nature, a relationship of trust in elsewhere.” It is counterintuitive to think that finding refuge is a risk worth taking. And yet, the place where we are most exposed to pollution is the interior of an unventilated house.