Vendredi soir

Friday night: it’s done, Laure has packed up all her belongings in boxes. Tomorrow she’s shifting house, going to live with François. But tonight, right now, she leaves the empty apartment where she’s never felt at home, heading for dinner at Marie and Bernard’s place. She gets caught up in an enormous traffic jam. That’s right, she’d forgotten it, a transport strike is underway. But Laure couldn’t care less, for tonight, in her car, she really feels just right. It’s warm, she listens to music, nothing can happen to her. And outside, it’s winter. People on foot dash to get home, going every which way, traffic is blocked, horns blow, everybody is tense, agitated. Everybody except a man in a leather jacket, standing still, just a little way up ahead. (jakelijan virallinen teksti)