On the 5th floor near the capital, a way lead to a Blue door. The key is under the doormat and the wooden flooring sigh under the weight of years. The question that waiting you on the other side, at the moment you make the key clicked in the lock; it's maybe not what you're thinking of.

Who knows the secrets that once lived in this place, the everyday life that passed by here, the stories this walls heard of. Nobody will never known who lived here. But that precise day, it was us, behind that blue door, and we let something in there, a memory, an afterglow of our life, that nobody can see, except you who are looking at this pictures.

Who know where can be this door. At your floor ? In a staircase in your building ?

And if you find that Blue door, would you dare knock and open that it ?