Two or three years ago, I had a conversation with a friend who had lived in Israel. She was describing an account she had read in a magazine, the portrait of a young man from an ultra-orthodox family who had decided to leave the religious world: he had goose bumps from wearing short sleeves even though it was so hot there, and told how he didn't know how to choose his clothes, being incapable of deciding among all the colors and styles that were suddenly available… I thought that it would be interesting to record accounts of these types of memories which are evoked as experiences, to describe the banality of daily gestures performed for the first time and which are weighed down with terrible anxiety because of taboos.