Imagine yourself walking the long hallway of an Egyptian museum. On either side of the corridor you look at\u00a0many artifacts, carefully preserved in display cases. Weapons, jewels and daily-life tools of thousands years ago tell you the story of a not entirely disappeared civilization.<\/p>\n
You linger on a particular statuette; it seems to represent an ancient god. Its body is rather spoiled, but its eyes stand out perfectly, and they look at you with a vehement intensity. You are almost\u00a0petrified by the eyes of the statuette. It\u00a0brings you back to the time when it was created, so you can see what it really was, a story that has been lost in the sands of time, piece by piece.<\/p>\n
A story to be rewritten<\/strong><\/p>\n The statuette is the witness of a story that came to us in so many layers of interpretation and scientific analyses, which aren’t accepted by everyone. It’s like a\u00a0great knowledge had been forgotten, and all the things we\u00a0always read in school books actually hide much deeper truths, on which someone began to investigate. Sometimes even to dream up. Divisive,\u00a0uncomfortable truths.<\/p>\n