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-Hey guys? -They're not here.

I swear, they're not here.

Did you see Gaby come up?

No?

No. Really. Don't worry.

Yeah, don't worry.

Come on, you lot.

Marie-Lou's here!

Come on, guys.

Can I come in?

There's too much wind.

You didn't see me.

I've got 2 out of 3.

Do you know what Jeanne told me yesterday?

Hold on. Don't say anything weird.

It's not weird.

It's something that seems physically impossible.

She said...

She can't wear harem pants, next year.

I said, "That's 90% of your wardrobe".

I don't mean harem pants like this.

I don't mean like these.

I mean the ones that go all the way down here.

Why not?

If you wear harem pants in Diois

there's nothing unusual about it.

If you wear them in Grenoble, you're a beggar.

On your degree course, you can wear them.

It's a humanities degree.

But it's Sciences Po undergrad.

Humanities is hippie city.

Imagine, bringing up a child? Everything you have to think about.

You don't have to be perfect to be a parent.

I'd want to give my child the best education possible.

If you give children too much freedom

they don't learn.

But with too many restrictions, they lose their mind.

They go to extremes.

There's so much to think about.

Bringing up a child is a huge responsibility.

I don't know if I'd be up for it.

I'd wrack my brain all day.

Should I help, do something?

I'd really worry.

At 3 or 4, okay. But at 15, 20...

At 20, they're independent.

I'm just saying that losing touch isn't inevitable.

It is inevitable, but it's not that important.

We'll be fine with our new lives.

It's sad now. In 3 years, we'll look back and say:

"It was a great time, but it's over and we have a new life".

I've had this before.

I felt the same but I can't do that.

Lots of people stay in touch

without living in the same town.

People say

their best friends are from high school.

But not everyone.

When I say staying in touch,

I don't mean talking every month.

We might not care.

We could meet other people

For me, meeting up after a year.

It's not losing touch.

I know if we set a date with Julie,

we'll meet up, no problem.

For me, that's staying in touch.

We shouldn't lose touch.

That's not staying in touch. That's seeing each other occasionally.

That's not staying in touch.

It's also calling each other when something happens.

It's being present when you have no one else to call.

Do we really care about each other, or do we only talk when everything's fine?

That's also the bond we've built here.

Before I went to high school,

my mum and I decided to move to a small town

and to leave the big city.

We hadn't lived together for 4 years.

We were kind of reunited.

We'd never had a garden before. We wanted a vegetable garden.

We wanted to build something together.

But we never managed.

We no longer knew how to live together.

When we went out, we'd see that incredible mountain.

We felt like we were right at its foot.

We thought of trekking together.

But it was always complicated.

She wasn't working at the time,

and I went to high school,

with new people.

The change was good for me.

She used to say: "I don't feel comfortable anywhere",

gradually, she started lying on the sofa.

It was as if she were in a bottomless pit.

As if the walls were closing in around her.

We were surrounded by nature.

It was really difficult for my mum.

Even to go for a stroll.

As as child, I didn't realise

that my mother was suffering from episodes of depression,

and that our conflicts didn't come from us,

but from something much deeper.

I never really saw my mother

in a moment of stable happiness or joy.

I saw her have moments of joy, but they were brief.

Many evenings, I stayed in Die

and I'd hitch hike to get home.

I didn't take the bus because I didn't want that heaviness.

Just being home gave me panic attacks.

I'd imagine spending the afternoon at a boarding school.

I'd imagine what they did there.

I used to think a lot about the life they led,

compared to the silence and the tension at home.

I thought, "I'll just pack my stuff and leave".

I remember that one afternoon I decided...

I think I told my father

that I couldn't go on anymore.

What does this card make you think of?

A nasty man with wings.

Yes. What else?

What are nasty men with wings?

Yes, it's the devil.

It's the devil and he represents excess.

Excess in relation to charm,

to betrayal, shallowness,

originality and rebellion.

The card doesn't match what I'm saying.

It represents despair, nightmares, anger and remorse.

Fantastic!

This reading is pretty grim!

What with the hanged man, the devil

and this tormented woman,

-The swords are going to fall on her. -They pierce her.

But...

Sometimes I think it takes awareness.

I'm just going to kill myself next year.

-Actually, it represents rebirth. -That's right.

Maybe you need to go back to your roots.

Maybe you need...

We're doing mattress dominoes.

-A cathedral. -Wait for us.

Hurry up. It's now.

My dad was a school monitor. That always bothered him.

-All right, we are doing it now! -Yes! Hurry up!

One... Two... Three!

There wasn't a mattress at the end.

One... Two... Three!

Hold on. Leave it where it is.

Hold on! Hold on!

That's useless.

It works better just lying down.

Deschamps is coming!

Quick, Deschamps is coming.

-Tidy everything away, please. -Sure.

Hey, stop it, now!

I've lost my sheets.

No, hold on.

Aren't you running a bit late?

It looks like Chernobyl, here!

-I hate being late. -We are late everyday.

I'll be right there.

Did you find it?

It must be here.

Forget it. We'll ask the others.

Oh, my hair...

You're high school students,

all right?

So either you go to class and live a normal student life,

or, if you choose a much more original approach,

pack your bags and go back home

once we've done an exit survey.

Yes, Louison?

Can we sleep at the boarding school?

As I said, if you behave properly...

I can see you smirking,

and I can tell that we're not understanding each other.

So the boys' dorm is on the second floor.

Right? Got it?

We apply the boarding school's rules.

The boys with the boys. The girls with the girls.

We all agree.

We don't want any more end-of-year disasters.

We want you to have a good holiday

with all your limbs in place.

I'm on the waiting list for Madrid.

What!

-That's great! -I think I'm 16th out of 48,

but I'm ranked 35th and they take 52 students.

-There have been offers up to 52. -So they might accept you?

There's a slight chance.

Wow, 35 out of 52. I thought you failed the oral exam.

-I did fail. I don't know why... -Really?

Maybe you didn't... You're not very objective.

-I'm on the waiting list for Grenoble. -Where?

I'm 192 out of 517.

It's 417 or 517.

-So, they might take you? -Totally.

Wildlife Management and Conservation, or...?

Applied Humanities and Philosophy.

You said you weren't so keen on philosophy.

You were more interested in humanities.

Yes, I prefer humanities.

They're very different.

If you study humanities, would it be at Grenoble?

Yes.

That would include history and geography, right?

Yes, philosophy, economy, I think...

What sort of profession would you go for?

I think you can get into journalism, that sort of thing.

I'm interested in acquiring knowledge

and then I'll see because I don't know what I want right now...

-It'll open doors. -That's right.

What are your mates' grades like?

I've wanted to get into Sciences Po for three years.

So, I burst into tears in her office.

I was in such a bad shape, so she didn't say much.

She just looked at me and said: "I'm sorry, I don't know why".

-They don't give a reason? -No.

-You've got good grades. -Yeah, they have always been great.

Three old dudes in an office in Toulouse handle the files.

Yours comes in and it falls through the cracks.

-There's an algorithm. -Even worse.

It sorts by words and numbers.

-Can you see? Do you know how it works? -No.

You're not going to let it.

You see? An algorithm decided.

-Right. -It doesn't deserve you.

An algorithm not choosing you is almost good news.

When you put it like that...

I'm one of the only ones in the group that is going where I don't know anyone.

Yeah, that's scary.

It took me three years to make friends and I'm leaving them.

That's nice...

I'll have loads of time.

-Right? -I don't know.

You won't because you'll have so many things to do.

I'll make time.

That's sweet, being optimistic.

It's a lot to deal with. This is the early application period.

I've got a lot going on on top of that,

I have to deal with losing the best people I know.

The only group of friends I'm comfortable with.

That's really cool.

Come to Grenoble, then.

What would I do there, if I don't get into Science Po?

Work as a cashier.

That's cute but we are going to be strangers.

There's no point fooling ourselves.

Summer will screw things up, we won't see each other.

The ones studying in the same town are going to be thrilled

and the rest of us will be forgotten.

-I realise that. -No...

It's all right. It's hard to deal with, but I'm fine.

Forward, 2, 3, 4 and change,

and back, 2, 3, 4.

You're almost there.

It's still a bit muddy, but not bad.

Let's do it again. One, two, three...

I'm not sure my part of the plan.

I think my mum and dad were happy to have a child,

but I'm not sure it was part of the plan.

Keep holding hands.

Their new project was to get a boat

and go on a round-the-world trip.

That didn't happen because they split up.

But we travelled a lot on the boat when I was little.

I learned to walk on a boat.

The first time I walked on land, I fell,

because you don't walk the same way.

Have a nice weekend, little wall.

When you're a child on a boat

and you meet other children at different ports,

you know you won't stay friends forever

as you'll go back to your boat, and they will leave,

and you may never bump into them again.

We've still got photos

of a bunch of kids from the port.

They didn't speak the same language.

I was the youngest, but they played with me

as it was the only social interaction they had outside their family.

My father was really happy

to have a daughter and raise her in such an alternative way.

He dreamed of sailing the Atlantic, from the Canary Islands to Brazil.

I don't think he realised you couldn't do that with a baby.

It was impossible for my mother.

I think that if I had a child, I'd think it impossible.

He was an idealist who dreamed big.

He didn't realise that having a child meant giving up on certain dreams,

or at least delaying or adapting them.

I didn't begrudge him leaving, I felt guilty,

because when he settled down to see me grow up,

I could see he was increasingly unhappy.

For a long time, I felt like a burden for my father,

like he was born to travel and to discover the world

and always looked happiest on a boat or travelling.

I realised that his sedentary life made him unhappy.

I tried discussing it with him but he said he was happy

and I shouldn't think it was my fault.

But the fact is he settled in one place to watch me grow up

and not miss out on parts of my life,

even though he did miss quite a lot.

It's not that he's deeply tormented or doesn't do anything,

that's not the case. He does lots of things.

It's just that you can see there's no spark in his life.

We don't share much today,

so I wonder if it was worth it.

Great freedom in the West and hidden social life.

What does that mean?

They had more freedom in the West and didn't have to hide things,

whereas in the East there was an underground network

because there was much more repression.

-That's where it's from. -And then after reunification,

the East wasn't under control

as there was no longer a state.

So it became an independent state.

That's what I said.

By reunification they mean it became a country.

I wouldn't have thought head tattoos would look that good,

but that's neat.

He's so good looking.

You can pin him up in your room.

-You and Loulou should get tattoos. -For sure.

You're very handsome and strong.

-But... Just look at him. -Right... He's German.

-He's German. -He's German or Russian.

Those are 2 exceptional languages!

So, then...

I think it's minor damage compared to...

Compared to the impact of this huge dam

because if it starts functioning,

hundreds of small farms will run out of water

and will have to abandon their land

and a nearby reservoir will be dried out.

So, are these 5 plots

and this pipework that was burned

a good reason to dissolve an association that works for the common good

and a sustainable future, so to speak?

Go ahead.

I think that, to start a debate,

I mean... The question is: Is violence legitimate or not?

We need to think about why we end up with violence.

Maybe there are a couple of crazy people who want violence.

They should see a shrink to talk about their childhood.

I think that the other people who went that far...

That brings us back to the previous debate.

There were other violent attempts.

If we listened to the people every time they sign a petition,

this wouldn't happen.

If we come to this, it's a last resort.

I think that's just an argument...

Dissolving an association, really...

Otherwise,

I have an idea.

We talked about it.

So...

We've been talking about the future of humanity.

In the coming years, we'll be polluting like pigs,

mankind will die and the planet will be saved.

With no humans, the planet will recover.

-That's intelligent. -Very.

We're already acting collectively because we're heading for a fall.

The cars can stop here.

I can show my bum.

-Really? -Yes.

I could run around naked, that might work too.

You can also get on your knees and pray.

-I'm up for it. -I'll show you how.

The cars can't stop here.

Let me do it.

Oh no!

Wanker!

They don't know what hitch-hiking is!

We're here for you all, not for our own pleasure.

For fun, we'd be doing other things.

We're not here for us, it's for you and your children.

We pay to come here. You get paid when you commit.

How do you feel meeting people

who put their heart and soul into defending every living being?

Do you have to get organised now that Lea Nature has let you down?

For the Diois who don't work in Die

and who drive to work in the valley,

is there a good carbon footprint?

If we have sustainable jobs, we all win.

Lea Nature decided this idea was shit.

-Lea Nature isn't the only firm... -But...

If I may remind you...

Give us a straight answer.

Lea Nature...

We don't care if they don't answer.

We don't care.

I'll give you my opinion.

-Which company is coming here? -I can't give names.

Where's the money for the cement coming from?

Cast off your blinkers, your jobs and your chains.

This Earth we defend is also yours!

Put down your shield, check that you're real!

Come and drink coffee with the Zadists.

Cast off your blinkers, your jobs and your chains,

This Earth we defend is also yours.

This Earth we defend is also yours.

Everyone covers their eyes.

Nobody does anything.

I'm sick of coping with this on my own. It's killing me.

For a long time, I was angry with my parents for having had me

when they knew the world was the way it is.

They're educated and well-informed people,

so it's as if they'd acted impulsively.

Now, I'm grateful to them

for giving me those values to be able to act.

I believe that we drove

for 15 hours.

It was dark when we arrived at Saint-Soline.

We weren't supposed to be there, protests were forbidden.

We managed to get around the police controls.

It was really cold and very damp.

We were all in bed in our tents by 10 pm.

The atmosphere the next morning was very tense,

as everyone was dressed in black and masks.

Helicopters were patrolling.

I didn't know what would happen where we were going.

You're there and you just follow.

When I saw the scale of police presence,

with the vans all around the reservoir,

I thought: "This is terrifying."

What happened was incredibly violent.

I've blanked out parts of what happened at Saint-Soline.

Lili and I were holding hands

in case there were problems, we were in pairs.

We ran across a field, shouted "watch out!" and ducked down.

Just then, behind us, a bomb exploded.

It was a blast ball.

When it hit the ground, a cloud of dust rose up.

At another point, I turned around

and saw a blast ball land at a boy's feet.

It exploded and the boy fell to the ground.

We called the medics. He looked dead.

At night, I couldn't sleep. I was still seeing the images.

I felt terrible. I just kept crying.

Louison said, "Stop coming to protests."

I said, "I can't. I'll always fight. It's my life, I'll always do it."

In the future, I see myself living with my friends in Die.

We'll all live together in a huge castle.

I think we should buy the valley

and build little houses all along it.

Or have a big castle and the entire valley

and live in total harmony with nature, but...

I don't know, a world with friends and nature.

We could call it hippie land.

I have this image of a valley full of people

where everything goes well.

There would be plants and animals.

It would be incredible to do that.

-Hello. -Hello.

-You can remain there, standing. -Alright.

Perfect.

I'm Louison.

I'm a student at Die high school.

Today, I'd like to talk...

I don't have the question.

I know it's an oral but I don't have any question.

Go ahead.

Just trust yourself.

Well, I'll talk to you about...

How children's literature

helps children's development.

Good, that's interesting.

Luckily, I teach young people.

Imagine if I was in a nursing home.

I think I'd kill myself.

I survive partly thanks to you.

How sweet. Thank you!

Thanks for your youthfulness and your energy,

all of your mistakes that aren't mistakes

but trial and error.

And you still have everything ahead of you,

you have your health, you're not in a wheelchair,

you don't have terminal cancer,

you have everything ahead of you.

It can be a bit frightening, but...

You'll never have this again.

Oh no, don't say that!

We'll all cry!

These are magical times!

That's why they say

the greatest gift you can give some is some of your time

as it's a piece of your life you can't get back.

That's true.

I'd love to get a great topic. Something inspiring.

I can't be bothered.

Shall I read you some questions and we'll decide?

-No, it's all right. It's fine. -I think we'll die.

-One? -OK.

-Women's place in society? -Is freedom an illusion?

-I can't be bothered to think.

-Me neither. -I'm going to drink a lot.

Could language help us think? That's trash.

Well...

It's actually "could we think using language?"

-Your inner alphabet. It limits you. -Yes, but not...

I don't want to!

It says you have to be present

in order to notice happiness.

St. Augustine said there are three seasons.

There is no past, present and future.

There is the present of the past, the memory,

the present of the present, the current moment,

and the present of the future, the wait.

I understand that

but I'm incapable of explaining it.

The present of the past and the present of the future.

-Check the chapter on time. -Yes.

That we haven't read yet.

-That doesn't matter.

Right.

As if the future doesn't exist and we can't lose the past.

Yep.

When do we really experience time, the true moment?

Once you live an experience, it becomes part of the past.

The very moment you feel a point in time.

So when exactly is the present?

You have to define the present.

Is it when you think of it or talk about it?

As you put your thoughts into words, it's already the past.

What I said 5 seconds ago is no longer the present.

Call me René, that makes sense,

for a guy born in the Renaissance.

I use doubt to track the absolute.

The unshakeable foundation of the truth.

It's 1637, the method discourse.

Profession of faith, or not, by a Cartesian.

I doubt everything but don't feel bitter,

I think therefore I am, cogito, ergo sum.

That gave me an idea. I have something.

-Want to hear it? -OK.

Can you set the mood? Something calmer.

All right, that's perfect.

I'm Sigmund Freud, watchman of conscientious rap.

In 1915, I discovered your subliminal.

My Austrian style powers your creed.

Don't be rude, mind your libido.

I can tell you all about psychoanalysis.

Spill your thoughts and I'll analyse them.

Thought evolves, it doesn't grow.

Some know to dream, I dream of learning more.

You have 1 hour to finish the exam.

That's great!

Your dad's your guarantor.

How did it go? I made cranes!

-I made two. -What topic?

-The second one, I did two. -You're good at this!

-See? Do you want one? -I do.

-One each but not for you, Louison. -What a pity.

-Here you go. -They're beautiful.

How do you make cranes?

-Will I show you? -Sure.

Now we've got spare time.

Could you move over, Jeanne.

Someone invented origami and decided to make cranes.

They chose peace. Cranes represent peace.

-How beautiful. -Yes.

-Do you think you passed? -No.

-No? -I think I got...

-How many pages? -Five.

-Oh dear! -But...

I think I didn't understand. I was lost.

It was: "Does wanting peace mean wanting justice?"

-I didn't do enough on "wanting". -Same here.

I did peace and justice but not whether wanting one implied the other.

I think we all fell into that trap.

I said peace brings justice and vice versa.

-Not "wanting". -Exactly.

-Hello, Nours. -I love your reaction.

What subject did you choose?

-Peace, I bet. -No, I explained the text.

You too!

Tell me what you did. Can you explain?

I did 3 parts.

-You did three parts? -Yes.

You had to divide a problem into parts.

-You just copy the text. -I didn't have any trouble.

I spoke about low-tech and art.

How shall we celebrate, tonight?

Take lots of little steps

rather than just "the right step".

Is that better?

Act as if you didn't know until the last minute,

until the very last minute.

Because I can change where I'm taking you.

It's all gone!

Why us?

It's all gone!

Careful! Stay to the left!

See? It's really calm!

My big sister disappeared

four months ago.

She was trekking alone.

We didn't expect to hear from her for a few weeks

so we worried after 3 weeks.

We can't process it.

She was used to travelling and to hiking.

She was the most independent woman I know.

She got her driving licence with the van she lived in.

She did her utmost to reach her goals.

She worked in a kitchen for 6 months of the year

and travelled the rest of the time.

-Can I do something annoying? -No!

I wasn't close enough to her while she was alive.

I would have liked to have been closer, she did teach me a lot.

We weren't physically present, we didn't share much time.

I feel even closer to her now

and she still has a lot to teach me

that she might not have taught me while she was alive.

On one hand, I almost want to take her place

and live her life for her.

There's her converted van and two cats,

and we can't sell the van.

The van must stay alive

and I must get my licence,

I want to travel with it.

That's the idea I have.

I believe people evolve

and that they continue living.

Our body has an age,

but the age of our spirit

is much more complex to define.

We only talked about it three times in my room

in the space of 4 months.

Either they didn't know how to react, which is probable...

I think that's it.

It's surprising sometimes...

People's lack of awareness and consideration.

They just can't talk about it.

They don't want to see bad things.

We're afraid of negative emotions.

Sometimes, I needed to seek out compassion.

I don't allow myself to be weak

or to lose my usual capacities.

I needed it to come from others

without really digging down deep.

I just needed someone to hold my hand and rub my shoulder

and say "I know what you're going through,

and in my way, I'm going to help."

What are you doing?

Come back here!

Is that Julie?

What's wrong with you?

Back inside. Do you know what time it is?

This isn't the first time I've caught you today.

And you think it's funny. Hurry!

I really won't miss you!

-The floor? -The floor is fine.

We could have used a drill to make a tunnel.

An underground tunnel.

Bathroom. Showers. What else did we write?

We put "marks" on "floor".

-There are marks on the floor. -That's what we did.

Shower: good.

The pool is fine.

There's nothing else.

-We all have to sign. -Look: "Other comments."

We were downgraded compared to last year.

At the start of the year it was cold,

we weren't insulated,

nice room, good wardrobes.

Oh, heavens.

It looks bare.

-Jesus, Mary... -There's life in there.

Look at that.

-Doesn't it hurt? -Yes.

-It's entwined, like plants. -Are there animals in there?

Oh my God!

We're trying to separate them.

There's stuff caught in one dreadlock.

That's what you get for doing that.

Don't you want to leave it? Leave just one.

-No. -Just one, please.

I'll put them back in after.

Go on!

Actually, it's just a game.

It's a hair game!

-I can't untie it. -Excellent!

The hairdresser is sweating!

No, not like that.

-It's a lovely game. -What a moment.

Alright.

Wait! I've got to finish separating them.

-It's not your hair anymore. -It obviously is.

It's like Velcro!

-I bet that hurts. -It's gross.

That hurts.

He's acting manly but it hurts.

If you want them, they're yours.

He'll put them in his wardrobe.

Will you keep them?

One less!

It's so weird!

Let me see inside!

It looks like bone marrow.

-It's vile. -Want another?

I'll name each one that comes off.

-We each get one as a gift. -Yes.

It's so weird.

-I like it longer. -Me too, but he doesn't want it.

-Leave it long. It's nice! -Yes. Like a Cuban.

It's a cool style.

Why are you cutting them?

You want the same cut as Felix?

What are you doing?

-Why untangle it? -There are still dreads and no...

Oh my God!

-What a nightmare! -What a nightmare!

It's weird. Like they're still there.

Have you had flour and yoghurt in your hair for years?

-Could well be! -I think it's flour and beer.

Oh, I'd forgotten the beer.

There are litres of dried beer.

You'd be drunk if you drank from his dreads.

-You'd have to want to. -It's fermented alcohol.

I'm wiping my nose on your hair, it's so...

-It's not a permanent separation. -It is.

No, it isn't.

It's not permanent. We'll see each other again.

We'll spend time together.