Convict's story, Sydney, Australia

Convict's story, Sydney, Australia

Jeanne had just arrived at the Dali museum with her class to follow live the modification of an exhibition about a strange mixture of photos and paintings dating from the eighteenth and nineteenth century. This visit, she didn't want and all his class was his opinion: the museums is for the old people who have nothing else to do, at 16, we have not this time to lose. However, forced by her parents and her history teacher, she had resigned herself to go with some of her friends. With a smile, more fake than ever, she goes into this museum without knowing what will wait for her.

At first glance, everything doesn't seem so good in the end, some exhibitions even make her smile, by their contemporary challenge. However pressed by the time and the desire to finish it as soon as possible by this visit, she decides to hang her headset and listen to the guide. From room to room, from paintings to paintings, from photos to photos, nothing gets his attention when on the wall number 86 on the floor 3, one of the employers accidentally makes a work fall while trying as best as he can to hang it on the wall. She laughs of course, this guy will surely get fired, given the price of the creations posted here. However, she decides to go help him, to finish as soon as this work is the last of the list of work on which it must work.

With Baptiste, she hangs "A convict story" on the wall but when you start listening to the audio work nothing works. Rebranging cable by cable, she ends up getting a strange voice in her headphones, a totally different from that of the host who has disappeared with his comrades.

"And oh, can you hear me, help, I'm shut up, my leg is locked, get me out of here!" Jeanne recedes astonished at what she has just heard, she checks the number of the work: 86, it's the good one though. She presses the "play" button again and waits. The voice resumes: "Dear logbook, summer 1794, here I am at the bane of Hyde Park in Australia.I do not remember the city in which I am, I was told when arriving but it's been 8 months. Initially, I was sent here for 7 years after my judgment, I stole two apples for my sons, just avoiding the kill, I was finally exported here to work to make the " new island "better ... Pff Crap yes, they needed manpower to build without having to pay for it, and we're the solution I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Wiliam James and I I'm 43 years old. "

Jeanne doesn't return, without understanding what happens to her, she looks closer to the work; this one is a painting of a prisoner ... Having the leg stuck in the stone from a collapse. He seems to be imploring Heaven to help him. She can't assimilate anything, nor how she can hear this man, it must be a coincidence, it is not possible; she decides to continue listening, he only has 4min left!

"Arrived by boat with hundreds of other prisoners, we were all placed in a sort of hold with rats, without food, very little water, women and children mixed with high precariousness, many didn't survive when we arrived, the women and children left and we never saw them again, some say they were sent for picking or other light tasks, but others say that they serve as slaves to governors and other high-ranking people, no one will know the truth

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