My name was given to me by an unknown woman. The name Véronique means "true image". I was born in Brussels, a town which is as multicultural as my own family. My grandmother Allen disappeared mysteriously at the end of the Second World War. I know that we were never supposed to talk about it. Before his death, my father told me how, at fifteen years of age, he had suffered the twin constraints of Nazism and being sent to the Russian front in 1945, coming back from there as an enigma. As for me, I would say that I have survived. Even if I don't exactly know where I come from, France or Great Britain. I believe in true communication, that which is mostly without words. When I don't know where I'm going. I go there with certainty. There is no life without light, there is no life without love. My equations flow like a circular and poetic offering. Let the universe hear me. Let inhumanity cease, before it's too late.