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- Do you know my husband? He is Frederic. - Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
We met at this concert, it seems to me.
- I remember. - Is not it ?
Ladies and gentlemen, if you want to sit down,
we will be able to start.
- We should go sit there. - Goodbye. - Thank you.
Let's go.
Thank you to have come so many.
The writer we must talk about is not with us,
but those who know him will not be surprised.
You know it, no one has ever seen Serge Novak.
Nobody has ever seen his features,
except of course his agent, David Ginsberg,
this cunning looking man sitting by my side
and who is careful not to betray his friend.
Novak is a pseudonym
and as far as I know, it's also one of the literary secrets
the best kept.
Nothing is known about the life of the author
beyond conjectures of some of his biographers
who lend him age of the one to whom he owes
his international consecration, his hero Laszlo,
the tormented protagonist of "Winter Travel".
His celebrity begins in 1978 with this epistolary novel
who surprised the critics the most demanding,
as well as a large audience.
I would like to ask David to tell us a few words.
This is one of the men the most learned that I know,
even if in the middle of the international edition "
he likes to pass on for a vulgar businessman.
I thank Claire for his kind attempt
to present myself in a better light.
When I started this job,
my one and only rule of conduct was to disappear,
to leave the front of the stage only to the authors.
Since I take care of Serge Novak, I only transgress it!
And now I have the impression to do spiritualism!
The look of the young adulterer fix myself, hesitant.
between fear and pleasure.
She recognized the strange enjoyment that we feel when we are seen,
seen against his will. Because she is one of those
who do not live than their moments of treason.
I thought you would not have time.
Ah, come in, come in. How was your trip ?
Well. I find out later that I write better outside the house.
But you are very elegant!
You saw that a little ...
My Parisian tailor cut me off, he does not look bad.
I come from the Mazarine Library.
I wanted to see how was going the conference
that they had the wrong idea to do on me.
I guess you had fun!
As much as if I attended at my own funeral.
Are you sleeping here tonight?
No, dad, I can not.
I have to go to Italy for Fabrizio's wedding, you know.
Ah, yes ... It must be said
that you have never been busy with your son-in-law.
Who is this pen?
He arrived here
a few weeks ago to your name
with this envelope.
- I allowed myself to open, as usual. - You did well.
- There was not a word, something? - No nothing.
Good, listen to the last that they told me.
If you can not to stop you, go!
It's two Martians who meet by chance in America.
- "What's your name ?" - "4343".
- "And you ?" - "3342". - "Well, yet you do not look Jewish!"
Honey,
I made a mistake. I am sorry but I missed the boat.
But no ! In fact, it may be better like that.
It's more romantic. You forgive me ?
No, of course I take the first tomorrow.
I miss you.
I kiss you.
I am sorry, I should not have listened.
- Are you staying long? - Two days. Thank you.
It does not matter.
- You are on vacation ? - No.
- Well. - If you do not like to wait, we can share this one.
With pleasure. Thank you. Hold.
Yeah, yeah, i know. He was late, it's not my fault.
No, I really wanted to arrive tonight.
I thought I would get there.
There I am in Naples, at the hotel.
Do not worry, I inquired.
I take the first boat tomorrow morning.
Good night I hug you.
- Is she angry? - No more than that.
This is the first time I do that.
My life is about to change.
Ah, but I'm not asking you anything.
I invite you to exchange, before the Church, your consents.
Fabrizio and Mila,
you came to engage yourself one to the other, freely
and without constraint,
aware of the scope of your decision.
Are you willing, in the holy union of marriage,
to love you and to honor you throughout your life?
Are you willing to welcome with love
the children God will tell you
and educate them in the Christian faith?
If that's your wish,
give your hand
and exchange your consents before God and before the Church.
Fabrizio, do you want to take for Mila's wife,
do you want to love him faithfully, in happiness and in trials,
in health and disease,
to love and honor him throughout your life? - Yes.
Mila, do you want to take for husband Fabrizio,
do you want to love him faithfully,
in happiness and in trials, in health and disease,
to love and honor him throughout your life? - Yes.
No one separates what God has united. Amen. - Amen.
In place for the photo!
Mom, where is Daniel?
He disappeared, as usual.
Who is she ?
This is the witness of the bride, it's his only guest.
But did you see Mila? She is not wonderful?
Yes Yes.
You see now why Fabrizio wanted to go so fast.
But that's family, you too ...
But you are stupid! You, I knew you.
Are you sure ?
And what do we know the bride, then?
All there is to know.
Let me guess...
She arrives in Paris,
becomes a model and puts the grappling hook on the young heir.
- That's it ? - Stopped !
I only hope that it will prevent Fabrizio to do stupid things.
Mila, here's the important character of the family, the invisible man.
Nice to meet you.
We can get to know each other.
Daniel?
Have fun !
- Where are you going then? - In Guatemala.
- Ah, it's a nice trip. - Absolutely.
- And you, are you still long? - No, I do not think so.
Let's go ?
I thought about you a lot these days.
Hello.
I think he did not have much lucky to meet you.
You and I, we'll meet again, we can not avoid it.
What did you see beautiful?
We did not see much.
In fact, we are almost not left the hotel.
It's my fault,
or rather it is Mila's fault.
And now that you have returned, what are you thinking of doing?
In any case more the manikin. I will not let her go.
What else can you do?
- Nothing. - Liar.
She speaks four languages perfectly.
- That's not true. - Yes, it's true. - Ah, good?
- And which ones .7 - Fabrizio exaggerates.
In addition to my native language,
I speak english, French and Yiddish.
- And where does this talent for languages come from? - No idea.
That's what comes to me most easily.
When I was little, I was considered a prodigy.
My mother loved France. She sent me for two years
at a friend's house, in Paris, to study.
That's where I wanted to learn Yiddish,
the language of my grandfather.
Where exactly are you from?
My parents were from Wielopole.
I was born there, but I have always lived in Krakow.
My family also comes from Krakow. I have never been to Poland.
It's an event to hear Daniel talk about his family !
I just had an idea ...
Maybe Mila could help you.
You were not looking for someone for translations?
You know that Daniel has rituals a little particular when he writes.
You can not let him answer, for once.
I do not need anyone.
It's nice !
It's a real pleasure to be in your company!
Fabrizio, please ...
I've been trying for ten years not to irritate the great writer.
I'm sick of it now!
Hello.
What are you doing here?
Do not think it's me asked him to work for you.
It's an idea to him.
That's all ?
- Why are you treating me like that? - I do not like acrobatics.
I could not imagine what would happen.
- You must behave as if nothing had happened. - I can not.
I can not stop thinking about you.
As far as I'm concerned, it's a story that never started.
You think you can always control everything, but you're wrong.
Why did you marry him?
Do not pretend to be interested in Fabrizio,
he told me that you always made fun of him.
What does he say, David?
He has not read it yet, but it's not important.
Why this ?
Because this time it's your opinion that interests me.
It's going to be something different, more personal.
That is to say ?
This time there will be no Laszlo.
- You decided to let him down? - It's been twenty years that he sticks to me.
Why leave him now?
I think he gave everything, that he has nothing more to say.
I did not expect that.
It makes me very curious.
This is just the beginning, you will have read it quickly,
but you may be disappointed.
I do not believe.
- You could be wrong. - It never happened to me.
- You saw ? It was Daniel. - Where ?
In the car that just passed. He pretended not to see us.
- Maybe he's embarrassed in front of you! - In front of me ... Why?
Because he knows that he can never have you.
Why did you tell me that about Daniel?
He's cheating Nicoletta?
Not really, but he's a libertine.
- What do you know? - It shows.
They look so inseparable ...
They love each other,
but if you had read his novels,
you would know that girls of your age he likes a lot.
It's strange let him trust me.
Give me one.
What do you mean ?
For this pseudonym story,
it's strange that he accepted that you speak to me about it.
He did not accept it, he suffered it.
It's Mila.
Daniel ...
I have a place to me now. 80, rue du Port. I'll wait for you there.
- Where are you going ? - I can not sleep.
She's from my country,
she speaks my language.
I do not know anything else about her,
I know she's entered in my life
and she does not want to go out anymore.
Daniel!
- How are you ? - Good enough, thank you.
It shows that you are well.
- Do you like it ? - A lot, it's very different from before.
- It was Mila who followed the work. - It is true.
She's the one who has chosen almost everything.
Without the architect I would not have arrived.
I had never decorated houses.
You should stop being too modest.
It's not modesty, It's the truth.
You should not care about the truth from time to time, believe me.
I'll see if they need anything.
Did you see Daniel? I do not know where he went.
No I have not seen it.
Thank you.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
We were cute, were not we? Especially Mila.
It seems to me that you still are.
Thank you.
Have you known each other for a long time?
Not for a long time, but we are very close.
Only our relations have changed a bit recently.
Why ?
She put herself in a situation complicated, I have the impression.
Nicoletta is looking for you.
Looking at Fabrizio and Mila,
I understood one thing. - What ?
- I'm a little ashamed to say it ... - Go ahead.
This is one of those ideas we should never tell anyone.
I realized
what really keeps them together is that they do not stop kissing
and I must say that in a way
it excites me.
But yes, absolutely. Excuse me a moment.
- Your husband is here. - Ah, good?
He's in your son's office. I call you?
No, no, it's not worth it. I do not have time.
Right away.
I saw her at your party.
She likes to take care from what does not concern her.
It is true, Ewa sneaks everywhere.
I only support it because she is Mila's best friend.
By the way, you have not told me yet what do you think of her?
Apparently, it's someone who has character.
I was expecting an answer less diplomatic.
- What do you want to know ? - If you like it,
if you think it's made for me.
I think it's someone with whom you will never be bored
I wanted to tell you, if it still interests him,
I need somebody to work with me.
Oh, yes, she'll be crazy for joy!
- Hello? - Mila?
I am with someone who wants to make you a proposal,
I give it to you.
Mila, it's Daniel. It's about of this work for me.
Why do you call me by Fabrizio?
We must organize ourselves. If it suits you, you could go tomorrow
to be talked about
- Tomorrow I can not. - Well, when you want, then.
Okay.
Who it was ?
- I asked you who it was. - You make me shit!
It was him...
Yes, it was him.
- What did he say ? - He wants to see me.
- Do not say yes right away. - That's what I did.
Well.
It's nice that.
I give it to you.
- There is not one of your books. - It surprises you ? - No.
Have you read it yet?
All.
Which do you like the most?
- The first. - Why precisely that one?
When I read "Winter Travel", I fell in love with Laszlo.
Now that I know you, I have difficult to separate things.
I never knew either.
You must know what you put of your life in this novel.
It is not so simple.
That's not an answer.
What do you want to know ?
The story of the mother of the hero ...
If I remember correctly, she dies during childbirth.
After surviving Auschwitz.
Yes that's it. You remember perfectly.
I always wondered if it was your story and that of your mother.
- No. - It's invented?
Its a story that a friend told me.
Writers do all that, they steal the lives of others.
Tell me about this friend.
What are you interested in ?
How was he?
It was a very complicated being.
He was not content to have one life.
He committed suicide at twenty
and he was my best friend.
So ? What does my favorite critic think?
This time I believe that Serge Novak's readers
are going to have a surprise. - Oh, well, I hope not.
Readers hate surprises. You imagine Graham Greene
abandoning God, sin and grace
and starting to write pig novels?
Do you imagine if, instead of at "Finnegan's Wake",
Joyce had all her life continued to write "Dublin people"?
Stop bickering like college students
and let me explain why I liked it
This is the first time that the enigmatic,
the cerebral, the tortuous Serge Novak
lets us see a bit of his own life
and, if you allow me, from mine too.
Oh, no, I do not agree at all.
Writers always lie
and I never believed to hogwash Hemingway
and even less to the ten thousand shots fired by Simenon.
Ewa, that bitch, she wants to get away from you.
She says you'll hurt me, our story is without a future.
She may be right.
I do not believe that's what you want,
but if you think so, you're an idiot.
It's on a small salad?
What are you doing ?
You talk to yourself often, with Daniel. He calls you more than me.
It was you who had the idea to make me work for him.
I saw you tonight discussing, you and Mila.
For a moment I wondered
if instead of helping you, she is not creating problems for you
No it's nothing.
She needs a method. She is young, she must learn.
I have no doubt about it.
I just did it to make you happy.
I know and I am grateful,
but I do not want to that you feel trapped.
I have a friend who asked me to help him find someone.
We could enjoy it.
It's too late, it would annoy her.
- You know, she does not look like that, but she's fragile. - To me,
she does not seem fragile
at all.
Thank you.
Leave it, I'll take care of it.
- Is David already gone? - Half an hour ago.
Excuse me, I have to go. I am late. See you tonight.
- Who is it? - Daniel.
Do you want to talk to Mila?
Yes, I have to talk to him.
She sleeps.
Wake the.
- It's Daniel. - Yes ?
Come immediately to Ewa's house.
Why ?
Do what I tell you!
- I have to go. - Now ?
You could not answer.
You could turn it off!
I'm taking care of it and I'll be right back.
You wait for me ?
Sometimes I wonder why did you marry me?
Because you are rich!
- Yes ? - Where are you ? I need to talk to you !
I have a plane in ten minutes.
Do not take it, wait for me ! I arrive.
Can you tell me what it is?
Not on the phone.
What happened ?
- Why are you looking at me like that ? - Who are these people ?
Ewa's parents.
- What do you know about them? - Why ?
I knew this man.
So what ? What is the problem with this picture?
- Ewa, how old is she? - Twenty five years.
His father was already dead when she was born.
That's right, she never knew him.
She knows recently that it was his father,
at least that's what she told me.
- And you, how did you know him? - Did your friend ever tell you?
What should she have told me?
- Why are you not responding ? - You know nothing ?
I received it this morning.
And then there is that too.
What is Paul doing in there?
I was made to find it in the same house where this picture was taken.
- Whose house? - To Ewa.
Who is this woman ?
The book was so successful that when she came to see me
and that she told me his story with Paul Dembinski,
I thought it was a mythomaniac who was trying
to get us some money. - What's her name ?
Nina ... Pesko, I think.
But you can not to take care of a ghost.
And even though Ewa was his daughter, she can not do anything to you, you know.
But it must worry you.
They are pros. They know who you are
and they want to have you where it hurts.
- Why do you speak in the plural? - You have not understood yet?
It's Mila and her girlfriend!
Do not say bullshit, Mila has nothing to see in all that. It's incredible.
That would mean that she married Fabrizio only to trap me.
It's absurd.
It's his girlfriend Ewa.
And how can you exclude it a priori? What do you know about her? Nothing !
They come out of nowhere.
So, we play voyeurs?
I have to talk to Mila.
Mila! Look who's here! Your friend.
He can not do anymore a step without you!
I leave you alone!
- What are you doing here ? - I want Ewa's address in Krakow.
In Krakow? Why ?
How did you get that?
I received it this morning, when I called you.
She was taken to your friend's house.
Why did not you tell me right now ?
I was not sure.
- Of me ? - Yes.
And now ?
Fabrizio is watching us.
Why would she do that?
- In your opinion ? - On his part we can expect everything.
I did not think that she would benefit from me.
She asked you for money?
- I've been looking for her since yesterday, she has not returned. - So ?
Skopnieka, 10.
- Yes. - I have the impression that you did not understand correctly.
Look on your left.
Listen, darling, you should run to see your wife.
I just dropped a message to his office.
Hello sir.
Someone left something for me?
- A young woman filed it not long ago. - Thank you.
- Do you want me to warn your wife? - No.
What a nice surprise ! What brings you?
What is going on ? You look upset.
My father is sick, I have to leave. I was going to tell you that.
What does he have?
- I do not know. - I'm sorry.
I hope it's nothing serious.
Are you sure you want to go alone? You do not want me to come?
No, thank you, it's not worth it.
Do not worry, as soon as I arrive I call you.
It takes time to gather such a sum.
It's been 25 years since you published his novel. I waited long enough.
Hello. We are looking for Nina Pesko. She lives here?
- I do not know. - Wait,
we would simply like to ask you something.
Nina Pesko died two years ago.
I'm sorry, she says that Nina Pesko is dead.
I know, I understood, let her talk.
- Andrzej is dead too, the husband. - Ewa's father?
He was not Ewa's father. He thought he was.
Nina told them the truth before she died.
Ewa was the daughter of another nobody, a writer, I believe.
Since that day, she has disappeared and we have not seen it again.
She did not even come at the burial of the one who raised it.
She's a beautiful girl, Ewa, but you already know it, do not you?
They say she lives now in Switzerland, is it true?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
- Hello? - Daniel, how are you? - Things are going well.
I feel like he's better.
Hello?
Daniel, hello? Hello?
- Hello? - Caesar?
Very well. And you two, how are you?
How are you ?
I'm alright,
but Daniel is not with you? - No.
Why ?
I must have been wrong.
Forgive me for disturbing you.
- Are you sure everything is ok? - Yes, yes, no problem.
I kiss you.
Nic ...
Where are you?
My cellphone has run out.
I wanted to tell you that everything is fine, at least, I believe.
Tomorrow the doctor comes back, we will know more.
I thought you were at home. I kiss you.
Hello?
Fabrizio, it's you?
Hello, Nicoletta, how are you?
Ah, Mila, excuse me for disturbing you, but I can not find Daniel.
He told me about a trip, but I was distracted,
I did not understand where he was going.
I thought maybe he would have told you about it.
No, I do not have a clue from where he can be.
- Who is it ? - I'm sorry.
Keep me informed, chao.
- I asked you who it was. - My lover.
If I discovered that you have a lover, I would kill him.
And to me, what would you do ?
I have to think about it.
- Do you know the forest of Debno? - Yes of course.
You talk about Debno on the road to Tarnôw?
How long does it take to get there?
- A little over an hour. - All right, let's go.
Have you always done this kind of work?
No.
I was in the police for over twenty years
but it never amused me.
That day we left early on
to see the house
that my parents had definitely abandoned.
A house I did not keep that few memories.
The landscape of this region seemed very old,
as far as the fields, orchards,
rutted roads sinking into the woods.
Laszlo seemed strangely intrigued and excited by this visit.
He showed it in this particular way
that he had to listen and keep quiet.
He certainly had a childish terror of words
because he knew perfectly their power.
We had the feeling.
that his silence was a form of precaution,
as if he avoided touching the lives of others of his words
for fear of producing an unexpected and daunting effect.
Basically, I did not know still nothing of it.
It's the guardian.
Apparently he has always lived here.
He confirmed me that it is good in this villa
that the young writer committed suicide.
Before confiscation.
The house belonged to his father, an aristocrat. They lived in Paris.
He came back to do some research on his family, for a novel.
He killed himself for no apparent reason.
- Who owns the house now? - She is on sale.
Mr. Boltanski!
My name is Jost, correspondent of the "Herald Tribune".
I would like to ask you a few questions.
To me ? What about ?
Some news agencies broadcast information that concerns you.
That is to say ?
It would seem that behind Serge Novak,
the best-selling author, there would be you.
And that's not all.
The same agencies claim that plagiarism.
would be at the origin of this pseudonym,
a plagiarism that would date from several years, of which you would be guilty
at the same time as your agent literary, David Ginsberg,
at the expense of a certain "
Paul Dembinski.
Stop!
Are you completely mad? I tell you to stop!
Daniel!
Stopped !
What is going on ?
Do not worry,
those shabby go away. - If I may, Mr Novak,
in your place I would not put myself in similar states.
I am only the first, others will come.
But who are these people ?
But who were these people? What did they want?
I have the right to understand.
There's nothing to understand, they wanted to be smart.
How is your father ?
It is going much better, there is no need to worry anymore.
I'm sorry for this mess.
I would do better to go take a shower.
If you want, I'll prepare you something to eat.
I was looking for you.
I guess they came at your place too.
Yes. They broke my balls all day.
Well, I contacted Seligmann,
it's the best for this kind of situations.
Nothing else can be done than to leave the case to a lawyer.
They have nothing in their hands, but you need someone
that prevent them to continue definitively.
I want you to organize a press conference.
What does it mean ? What do you want to do ?
I drop Novak, he does not represent anything anymore.
- Otherwise they will never let me go. - It's the worst bullshit.
This is the last stupidity to do.
I made my decision, David.
- There is also a demand for money. - How many ?
The copyright of the book:
she wants 5 million Swiss francs.
You will never have insurance to stop it, finally you have to pay.
This is the only way to leave Nicoletta apart from this story.
I know.
And Mila,
you have to leave, Daniel. You can not continue like this.
When your lover gives you an appointment in a place like this,
it's to tell you it's over.
- No ? - Do you have another solution?
0ui,
it depends on us.
What did you find in Krakow?
The story of your friend.
She used you to approach me, to make me sing.
It's a very complicated story on his real father. She told you about it?
No.
And if you did not give in?
- It seems difficult. - She would not have anything in hand,
And Fabrizio and Nicoletta?
...nothing.
That's the price to pay.
But you do not have the courage to start a new life.
Is not it, Daniel?
We would do too much harm around us.
I have to go, Fabrizio is waiting for me.
I am sorry.
- How long have you been there? - Since long enough.
Do not say a word.
You must disappear,
but you will swear to me to leave Fabrizio out of all that.
I prefer that things stay as they are between him and Mila,
he must not suspect anything.
He would not survive.
How long has it lasted?
What does it change ?
Nothing...
You are a shit.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please, a little attention please.
A few days ago an agency of press leaked two pieces of information,
a fake and a real,
about my client, Mr. Daniel Boltanski.
Regarding the real information, Mr Boltanski
decided to reveal today to public opinion
his true identity that corresponds in the name of Serge Novak's pen.
On the other hand,
for false information related to the so-called appropriation
of a manuscript novel of Mr. Paul Dembinski
by my clients, twenty years ago,
I specify that it is a pure slanderous, without foundation.
It is clear that if she had to to be broadcast in the press,
we would reserve ourselves the right to defend ourselves
by all means that we would consider appropriate.
I have nothing else to add.
You can, if you wish, To ask questions.
Master Seligmann, do not you believe that your presence here
is the obvious proof the anxiety of your customers?
My client, Mr. Boltanski, has already written until now nine novels
who are in the first places
rankings of bestsellers of the whole world.
Do you think he needed to steal them
to poor aspiring writers?
Mr. Boltanski, you are a rich and famous man
thanks to the success of published novels under the name of Serge Novak,
a name only now.
we can put in relation to yours.
Why did you choose to write under a pseudonym?
For people like you to have not the least control over my life.
Mr. Novak, you certainly know
what Stendhal wrote about nicknames:
it is a problem of shame.
Stendhal was ashamed of his father and you, Mr. Boltanski-Novak
what are you ashamed of?
Our meeting is over, Thank you for your attention.
Why did you pay for it?
There was not anymore no reason to do it.
It's mine, David.
- No. - As you want, it's my money.
You make a big mistake, with Nicoletta too.
I did what I could.
You did not stop in time when it was still possible.
Where are you going now?
I do not know.
You tried to disappear for twenty years.
- It was not enough for you? - Apparently not.
Goodbye, David.
Da-dam!
Why do you say nothing ?
What do you have ?
You want me?
What?
Because you love him.
Take your part.
Thank you, I have already taken.
What is happening to you ?
You train me in this damn story,
you make me play comedy
And then you let me down like that?
I'm talking to you!
See you?
I do not believe.
- THE ROMAN THAT SOLD ONE MILLION COPIES -
There is nothing very special,
in any case as regards one of the two. That's it.
A few years ago they were arrested
at the exit of a discotheque in a state of drunkenness
and suspected also use of narcotics.
They were released.
But a year later, the youngest, Ewa Pesko,
was convicted for theft and drug use.
Of the two, she was the one who had the most problems with justice.
The one who was the most difficult, in short.
Today, they are all the two residents in Switzerland.
officially before leaving Poland,
Ewa Pesko was an actress, the other model.
That's all I could learn.
Is there something wrong?
The photos, they are different from what I expected.
- Excuse me, what do you mean? - Nothing.
I will ask you to not talk about that to anyone.
- Keep calm. - Thank you.
When I was a kid, I loved to stay under the trees,
I liked to disappear and reappear
in the gaps of light left by the fog.
At thirteen, under one of these trees, I invented and drew a story.
And then, I forgot it.
Later, when she resurfaced, I thought of writing it.
I think that's when started my game of hide and seek,
the game of a child who does not know what he fears or wants most:
stay hidden or be discovered.
My dear Daniel, when you read this letter, I will not be here anymore.
This manuscript is the only copy of this novel,
there is no other copy.
You will immediately understand that Laszô,
the character of the seducer, it's you.
To tell his secret, I drew shamelessly in your life
and even in your mother's,
this haunting ghost your silence and your neuroses.
I do not know if it's forgivable.
I would not have to ask myself anymore.
You are the master of deciding how much this story belongs to you
or, on the contrary, if you're just the smuggler.
It's clear that a strange destiny made sure
that our life has reflected in the same story.
All I have to do is entrust it to you.
Madam, we would like ask you a few questions,
if you do not mind.
I have to start by an indiscreet question.
Even if everything would indicate a suicide.
That's what you want to know?
He was my lover.
Since when lasted this connection?
Since a few months.
What was Mr. Boltanski doing?
It seems he was extremely rich.
He was a writer,
a great writer.
Did you have some presentiments?
Why are you asking me?
He left provisions for him to be buried
at the Jewish cemetery of Debno, next to his friend Paul Dembinski.
Would you please tell me Paul Dembinski on this photo?
No.
Our small private events are still waiting for a storyteller,
someone who knows and who will pass on to others.
We never disappear completely.
It's exhausting to move in the shadows,
it's like spying without being seen.
Clandestinity and secrecy require an infallible memory.
But often the reasons for a secret do not hide anything reprehensible,
the secret is simply our own melody,
the one that enchants us and transforms us
as stunned witnesses of the lives of others.
Without a secret, I would never have started writing.
Telling is that, simply.
It's like a pact, an enchantment.
It's the invisible thread who condemns us to remembrance,
to the fact that the events and the people come back,
like shadows.
The day we'll be freed from enchantment
and where we will finally want to tell the truth,
that day, we will no longer be
a memory or a shadow.
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