In this great hotel, there was a roof terrasse. I went there early one morning with my wife and we happened to shoot a picture in the same direction, except they were entirely different. The only proof of our presence there is our embedded shadows on the brick wall. I know this is nothing very original but at the time, it made me think of the permanent shadows of human beings on the walls of destroyed buildings in Hiroshima, photographs that I always had kept in my brain since I first saw them. It is strange because I remember that this escape on the roof was a happy moment. The superposition of memories at the time one takes a picture is a weird sensation. Happily enough this was not a "déjà vu" situation where one has the feeling of having lived the exact same event in the past. Anyway, our shadows are permanently recorded on this photograph and they are positioned just as they should…