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the world? At the start, you believe them though, because of ignorance
maybe, or because of the idea of it. If it’s not weakness. What
makes you look for her so suddenly?
He: She owes me one night.
She: 17 months and 22 days make a lot of nights!
He: 539
She: You had time to find something, didn’t you? You, who travelled
around the world three times, you must have met loads of women. It’s
far enough from the harbour, platform n° 8.
He: 832 km
He holds his face close to hers.
He: There are things that will never change.
She: Don’t say it.
She stands up and walks away back to the counter
She: Don’t say anything. I don’t want to know it.
He: You’re afraid?
She: My life as it is now satisfies me completely. But it was difficult
to get there. I have only doubts, you know, but also some certitude.
I don’t want to lose it in favour of a tired and lonely man, who,
on a cold winter evening, had nothing better to do than try to trouble
the quietness of a too quiet girl.
He: To get where? To work in a highway-dump like this, to serve the
drunk and the greedy, to live in a house as small as a closet, where
the bathroom is not even big enough to sing the two of us, to watch
the rain, the dark, the cold,…? This is not what I’d call
Peru for instance.
She turns away from him.
She: Peru hasn’t a particular attraction to me.
He: I don’t believe you, you’re made for the sun.
She: No use to say things like that. I don’t want to step back.
He: You’re never stepping back, when walking towards the sun.
She: I prefer artificial lighting anyway; the red lights of the cabarets,
the transparent blue of the streetlights, the fixed yellow look of the
cars that drive through the sleeping city.
She turns towards him.
He: I know a sun that shines everywhere, always, even in winter. It
can wake up the victims of the crusades.
She: How ugly you are when you’re talking about war.
He: I’m not talking about war, I’m talking about love.
She: It’s the same.
He: They have nothing to do with each other! War does wear you out so
much that sometimes you want to lose her.
She: That’s exact what I said.
He: So and Montmartre?
She: Montmartre was before.
He: Before what?
She: Before the war.
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