An album for the Friends of Laughter

Katxiporreta! I don't know where to start... A bunch of photos are filling my parents' living room table right now. I have opened the albums, my mother's infinite archive on her computer, we've dusted off the DVD player, and I've asked my father to shake out the clown T-shirts and sweatshirts too. I've taken the books off the shelf, played the best hits. I'm an archaeologist of archives wearing a red nose, an archaeologist of emotions with a red…