When we greet her, through the camera, Salma lets out an excited cry and sends us, with an affectionate gesture, a long kiss. Then she started drawing queens, crowns and ladybugs again. To invent characters, to color life, noise-canceling headphones on the ears. At 11 years old, Salma, autistic, spends her days at her desk, markers in hand. Through the window of his house in Charnècles, near Grenoble, we can see the garden hut, and in front of it, a pile of white sheets. She has no class, no classmates, no teacher. "Salma, school!" she repeats. She would love to go.
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