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There was a road,

at the seaside

She would have crossed
a large empty stage.

And then a truck would come

and it would slowly past

across the landscape.

There is a white winter sky.

A mist, too.

Very slight.

Spread everywhere.

On land,

on earth.

This is a movie?

This was a movie.

It's a film.

Yes.

The truck would have disappeared
and then would then reappeared.

You could have heard the sea far

but very strong.

And then, at the roadside, a woman

would have expected.

It would have beckoned.

One would have approached her.

She is a woman of a certain age,
dressed as in the city.

You see?

Yes.

Nearby, there is none,

no housing.

She wears a suitcase.

She gets into the truck.

The truck left.

And we leave the seaside

It is in what landscape?

Indifferent.

Beauce perhaps, to Chartres.

Or in cities
immigration, Yvelines.

There she began
to watch the scenery.

The sea in the distance.

The road, the white sky,

cold,

the diversity of things.

And then she sings.

We should have seen the truck cab.

It is dark.

The driver and the woman who is mounted

are silent.

Their assembly is arbitrary.

Disparate.

You see?

I see.

They are facing the road.

This road

rushes

in their eyes.

There would have been music.

And you would have seen that music
heard in the film

was provided by the truck radio.

Out

the light would have been
clearer than inside.

As snow.

The driver and the woman

would have looked outside light,

the road,

nakedness of the land, earth,

a long time.

We have seen that on the daybed,

above the seat
of the truck cab,

there was a dark mass.

He is a man.

This is the second driver of the truck.

He sleeps.

He would have slept through the whole movie.

The common situation
between the driver and the woman,

it is this:

He is in the exercise
by trade

and, it is transported by him.

But both are facing the road.

You see?

I see.

In common between them, that road,

this landscape there.

Around them: the cold,

this desert space,

the winter.

No repetition of the text

would have been considered.

She speaks?

She will speak, yes.

Who is she?

Decommissioned.

You see?

Yes.

The only common factor between them

this is some violence
in the eye.

Given this vacuum,

before them:

winter naked

the sea

The silence of the beginning of the film

would have represented the first relationship
between the characters.

Distant relationship,

almost indifferent, mechanical.

It was a sort of introduction

of a relationship to come.

This relationship will be?

Maybe never.

What do you think?

Ever.

There she would
started talking.

A talk about what she sees outside.

She said:

"So many things to see.

"So.

"We are overwhelmed. Do not see?"

He does not answer.

She closes her eyes.

She still speaks.

She said:

"Think not that I sleep,
it's the opposite. "

Filming

should have been faster.

See?

Do not stretch over time,

dragging.

It should not be expensive.

Its very nature

would have called poverty means.

It appeared in black and white.

I read this:

Here she began to
singing to herself.

She always looks at her face,

out

always.

Sublime nakedness of the hills of Beauce.

Or:

sublime desert land of emigrants.

She speaks.

She said:

"We can not say

"That's really the hills

"But a bulge of the earth.

"Hardly.

"Look.

"As a slight swelling

"Caused by internal pressures.

"Water maybe, lakes

"Looking for exits, sources

"Where to emerge out.

Somehow.

"It's like hitting the earth seeking

"To reverse his order.

"Everywhere.

"What's in turn
becomes its outside.

"What if ...

"We are still in motion
barely visible

"That was beginning.

"Look.

"Everything stopped ...

"Whereas,

"At a time,

"When sleep ceased.

"What do you think?

"Like you.

"Every revolution is possible.

"Look."

She still speaks.

She said:

"Look, the world ends."

What it shows?

It shows ...

It shows the sea

It would have shown the sea

She said: "Look.

"The end of the world.

"All the time,

"Every second,

"Everywhere

"It extends."

She said: "It's better. Yes.

"It was so difficult, so.

"So hard,

"So.

"It's better that way.

"It's better.

"It was not worth it,
I believe me. "

She said:

"Before, there was already the sea here.

"There, see. Here."

He said: "You talk about what in the end?"

She said: "I speak."

She sings.

She closes her eyes and sings.

She would have spoken
many things.

The geography of the places visited.

The end of the world.

Death.

The loneliness of the Earth
in the planetary system.

New discoveries
on the origin of man.

His words would never
Record of knowledge

said ...

the problem addressed.

Ever.

It would have made mistakes.

Sometimes enormous.

On science,

geography,

the latest
interstellar discoveries.

She would have talked about in March.

She would have said:

"Did you see?

"On the Moon, anything.

"On Mars, nothing.

"Saturn, nothing.

"Nothing but dead lands,

"Aseptic.

"Sterile soils."

He hears.

He says:

"On Mars, nothing?"

She said: "It is true,

"I'm wrong.

"On Mars, they found."

She said: "Stones and wind."

She said:

"It's the new situation
political rights.

"This is what I believe me."

He says: "Report to God?"

She said: "Yes.

"Report to the vacuum.

"Look."

How it will end in your opinion?

This may be done.

So, you said that
it was a truck?

At the seaside

Yes, that's it.

- A mist spread everywhere ...
- Land ...

The road ...

- It crosses a bare stage ...
- Yes.

And the truck passes.

- Huh?
- That's right, yes.

That's it.

It crosses all.

The sea,

we hear it.

The sound of the sea ..

Far.

Strong.

Terrible, yes.

Terrible.

The wind.

Nobody can resist the wind.

What it says,
the woman who is mounted?

She said:

"That the world goes to ruin,

"This is the only policy.

"That the world goes to ruin,

"This is the only policy."

That's it.

She said what?

She said:

"All in all,

"Everywhere

"All the time,

"At the same time."

"Everywhere, all the time, at the same time.

"This is before us on the screen.

"This is what I believe me."

He asks: "What screen?"

She said: "There before us: the road."

She still speaks.
She said: "We'll never succeed.

"Where?

"Well ...

"You do agree?

"Never.

"That is ...

"Maybe you're right."

She said: "It's so terrible,
so hard.

"So hard.

"That's the word, I think.

"Yes.

"I believe."

Want a cigarette?

It depends. Why?

I only smoke Gauloises blue.

And you?

Me? Of Stuyvesant.

Note,
it is a matter of habit.

It's true.

It would have started
to recognize words,

recognize what she sees.

This road.

This region.

These houses.

These people.

This existence.

This color.

This cold.

He speaks.

He said: "You lie.

"Nobody has ever lived here."

She said: "It's true, but ..."

He repeated: "you lie."

She is silent.

She said what the lady?

She says the words "proletariat",

"Working class".

She said: "Now they know
nominate their operators,

"Their oppressors.

"Read.

"Write.

"Before, they could not read

"Nor write.

"Now he can read and write.

"Their knowledge about their fate

"Are considerable.

"Yes, their knowledge
about themselves are enormous. "

She said: "What progress!

"Fixed. Dazzling. (??)

"Fixed. Death." (??)

She said:

"The proletariat must be removed

"And they refuse.

"Oh, That I was young ...

"One day.

"Hiroshima! Hiroshima!"

Yes.

She wanted to die of love.

She died of love.

Yes.

And she lived.

She waited for
10 years 20 years 30 years ...

100 years.

She lived.

Who is she?

Who?

The lady of the truck.

Decommissioned.

This is the only information.

Why does it cry?

This love story

it would have been.

Her body was his own body.

Inseparable, day and night,

of his own body.

With whom?

Billions of people.

She was wrong?

No.

These are the errors of ...

youth, intelligence.

It happened in
ancient times, I think.

Where one could not know yet

what lay behind
clarity of words.

Revolution.

Class struggle.

Dictatorship of the proletariat.

The clarity is obscured?

Yes. We could not see,
we no longer see anything.

You could not know,
before going there, it was empty.

Before doing anything,

how to know
it was not worth doing it?

Those who do not go,

do they know?

No.

What does the truck?

You see?

Yes.

I see.

Tireless.

That's it.

It would advance. He argues.

Yes.

All the time.

It would cross land,

the earth.

Yes. It would also skirted the sea.

The oceans.

Tireless, yes.

It was he who would have worn.

Yes.

Look at his career.

As a trace.

Writing.

Indecipherable

and clear.

It is blue.

It is blue.

Blue, yes.

Yes.

She speaks of travel
it would have made

in uniform regions.

She says it does not depend
lands, or anything.

He does not ask what depends on what.

Then she meets him. She said:

"I was talking about
time occupation. "

It would also spoke of a city

she had lived as a child.

Far from the French country.

Tropical.

She said: "There is a River."

She said to remember
with dazzling precision.

He did not request any city.

Then she would have talked to other cities.

Several other cities.

She would have said:
"My head is full of vertigo

"And cries.

"Full of wind.

"So sometimes, for example, I write

"Pages, you see?

"Or I sleep."

Where would she go?

Ie ...

he may require.

It would give the name of a direction.

Towards the sea, it would seem.

He would reply that it is his?

He would answer only.

It does not interest him.

The main is reached in the film.

They are locked together
in one place,

the truck cab.

The driver and the woman.

The lady. The lady of the truck.

He did not ask her who she is?

No, he did not ask who she is.

He asks for nothing.

It has nothing to do
a woman of a certain age.

His habits are accurate.

They are discriminatory.

A woman of a certain age,

it's not interesting.

She still speaks.

She said:

"You carry what?

"I do not know.

"The ready-made packages.

"It is to be shipped.

"To where?

"I do not know."

She said: "It's funny.

"The products, people ...

"It builds up around

"And then, occasionally, it goes away.

"It's fate.

"It's going outside.

"It wants to do different stories."

What it does
on this road to wait?

There have been several explanations.

She could go from one place to
another for personal reasons.

For example, she has a car crash ...

She has to visit his family.
The place is deserted.

Then she stops
the first passing vehicle.

Or?

Nothing.

Idleness.

She travels.

When she climbs into the truck,

the principal is reached?

Yes.

Because they are
locked in one place

and for some time.

Incarcerated, see?

Locked.

In one place.

Some time.

The main one is reached.

They see the same landscape

at the same time.

From the same space.

Their differences have been
the subject of the film.

And their confinement
in the truck cab,

the first space.

Between them,

the driver and the lady,

what?

What would have happened?

She would have spoken of the time course,

from time to time, see?

The country.

Wind.

Recent discoveries of science.

The difficulty of transport
in that region.

From a child

named Abraham.

Of love.

She would suddenly said:

"There is no history

"Out of love."

He asked for something?

No.

But see, she would have been
a certain inconsistency.

From a certain rambling in his speech.

This was a film about love?

Yes.

On everything.

This was a film on everything

on at the same time.

On love.

I see them locked in the cabin,

as threatened by the outside light.

I feel like you and me too,
we are

as threatened by the same light

they fear.

The fear that, at once,
rushes into the truck cab,

in the darkroom,

a flood of light.

See?

The fear of disaster.

The political intelligence.

An activist is someone
which no doubt.

That's it.

Mobilized by claims details

those who need to improve his lot.

All material in nature.

Material?

Yes. Better housing,
facilitated transport,

cheaper holiday.

This is the principal of his fight.

He would have mentioned?

The driver?

No. He would have found that
it was not worth talking about.

She would have spoken alone
almost all the time.

Does he see it?

No, he sees nothing.

It is enclosed between two loyalties.

He sees that depending on them.

I forgot to tell you that ...

it has suffered this omnipotence.

There.

This reign of a class

posited as deciding
the fate of all classes.

When she was young

and then also after.

Their alienation would have been equal?

Yes.

Therefore it would have been equal.

Latest incarnation of the Supreme Lord,
him, the proletariat.

She had thought.

Holy God,

the proletariat.

She had thought.

Nobody has the right to challenge

responsibility of the proletariat.

She had thought.

Under penalty of blasphemy
against the working class,

responsibility of the militant

should never be questioned.

She had thought.

No one dared, no one dares

to question the responsibility
of the working class.

Blasphemy.

She had not dared.

For a long time.

And then one day she saw ...

complicity between
employers and the proletariat.

They fear the same.

Their identical purpose.

Even their politics.

Delay indefinitely

every revolution free.

In every man,

murder

the other man.

The mutilated

its fundamental data,

its own contradiction.

And then one day, she saw,

it was summer,

the sparrows on the chariots

who came to Prague.

You may remember.

These men floured.

Smiling.

D�cervel�s nicely.

These new killers.

This result

obtained by collusion

between capitalism

and socialism.

Result they were proud.

Long,
she looked without seeing.

And that day, she saw.

The anxiety is just material.

The anxiety is that
of the working class.

Only then this anxiety,

is worthy of a material
to be taken into consideration.

That of others?

Those of others, nothing.

Class privilege.

Listen.

She sings.

She closes her eyes and she sings.

Mean sea

Far.

Strong.

And then she would have spoken
other cities.

Several other cities.

Less distant.

Between the vines ...

Taken between vineyards and rivers.

Other rivers.

She said to remember
less precisely.

He does not ask why.

She sings.

He closes his eyes.

Sings.

She speaks.

She told the driver:

"You are the Party
French Communist. "

He said: "It does not concern you."

That's it.

She said:

"You know, Karl Marx,

"It's over."

She always says the first names.

"Marcel Proust"

"Pierre Corneille."

"Leon Trotsky"

"Karl Marx"

Mania.

He looks at her.

Yes, it's true.

For the first time?

Apparently, yes.

What is he?

What does he say?

He said: "I understood.

"You are a reactionary."

What does she say?

Nothing.

She laughs.

Then he said: "I understood.

"You are an escaped
the mental asylum Gouchy. "

That's it. Gouchy.

She does not hear?

Yes, yes, she replies:
"Ah, you know?

"Did you see?
They enlarged the buildings

"The side of the river.

"On the south side, at the descent.

"It's good.

"On the north side, it overlooks the forest.

"He had to.
It had become too small

"For some time."

He asks:
"You are in politics?"

That's it.

She answers:

"No.

"Nothing.

"I do nothing.

"I've never done anything."

It could also go to her daughter

just have a child.

She said:

"Imagine that my daughter
just given birth

"And my car broke
down the same day

"I had to leave.

"It's a boy.

"Childbirth is not
not too bad.

"As my nephew would
that day join

his brother who lives
the same place as my daughter,

"I told myself that
I could go with him.

"But nearly an hour,
it did not work: he was already gone.

"So what?

"I took the train to
join my sister.

"Without delay, see?
Without warning.

"And of course when I arrived,

person. There was nobody there.

"A neighbor told me that my sister
part was seeing a friend

"For the day

"And she would not return until evening.

"So I decided to stop
the first car that passed.

"This is a lost country, that of my sister.

"There is one train a day

"And at times impossible.

"I had tried to phone
but the information I was told

"That the regional phone
was out of order

"Because of a storm.

"It often happens
in coastal areas.

"The wind."

"The wind, see?

"This is a huge plateau.

"Nothing stops the wind.

"Nothing. No tree.

"This is naked.

"Trees are blown off.

"Or twisted, lying on the ground

"Slaughtered like."

She sings.

She stopped singing.

She said: "Excuse me.

"I sing

"Because I'm happy

"Because of this child see?

"I apologize.

"I must tell you also
that have always

"In a sort of mental confusion.

"I've never been able to order my ideas.

"Following an idea

"Without realizing it
another happens.

"Oh, you did
that does not listen to me at the bottom.

"That's what they say about me:

"It may very well not to listen."

"Mind you, this is not constant.

"Sometimes I say
something more substantial.

"Around me, they say:

"The more serious things."

"Sometimes I
length of my tongue.

"Yes.

"Actually, everything happens to me,
is it not, as everyone:

"Speak, keep silent,
to be sad or happy.

"But without this rule no.

"You might think so.
This is sorry about me

"This mental derangement.

"But see, after all,

"I could argue that the fact

"I do not perceive ...

"Not

"A certain logic,

"Does not mean that
I do not have one myself.

"I am told too personal.

"It is a common term,
You must have heard.

"It is a principle offensive.

"It says children also.

"Too personal."

"It's too personal."

"It is too personal."

"I think the child
is called Abraham.

"I hope this
not going to hurt him.

"This is my daughter who wanted
give him that name.

"Her husband was not
totally agree.

"He said he feared for the child,

"Later.

"Simply because it would the name.

"She insisted.

"He said he had
forget those names.

"These Jewish names.

"Her husband.

"He said it was encouraging
the worst collective psychosis

"Than naming a child
of the name "Abraham".

"All discrimination,

pogroms.

"My daughter stood firm.

"She named her child

"Abraham".

"It is the French Communist Party,
her husband.

"What explains.

"He was afraid that
say the racist, see,

"He called her child Abraham.

"He was afraid.

"He said it was not worth ...

"To name a child

"Of that name

"A non-Jewish child.

"I must tell you that
we are not Jews. No.

"Neither Arab.

"Neither Jews nor Arabs.

"My daughter thinks that poetry

"Is the thing most of the world shared

"With love

"And hunger.

"She always speaks against a know-

"That would occur
in us at every moment

"And we repousserions.

"But in vain, she said.

"She said:" Fortunately,

"Because in this case, it would
expected death of the dead. "

"I think she speaks of her husband.

"The delivery was pretty painful
but the child did not suffer. "

She sings.

Know she would have said not to exist.

Or have some evidence.

Internal.

She said: "How to tell?

"Interior.

"Internal."

She said: "It happened
when I was there. "

He said: "You lie."

She is silent.

Whereupon she crying?

She stopped crying.

She closes her eyes.

Sees it?

No.

He sees that if he
command to see.

He sees nothing of himself.

What does she see?

Precisely two continents.

Only.

The sea became very dark.

The curfew is imposed
after sunset.

View of the night, nothing.

Forest won
the walls, borders.

Between continents:
the ocean immensity.

Between continents: nothing.

Before the sea tanks.

It monitors the vacuum.

She thinks the little Abraham.

She said she had children,

a life

once.

In an indefinite time.

Have nourished children.

But she is wrong about the number,

the scene,

dates.

Abraham.

Abraham.

She speaks

but still nobody knows.

A child she would
perhaps invented.

Jewish.

A Jewish child.

Invented.

What time is it?

It's early.

It is still broad daylight.

The truck?

It's still going.

He advance?

Always.

Want a cigarette?

No.

Tired?

- No.
- No?

We almost finished reading.

We will resume.

At one point, too,

the driver will stop in the road

and he will eat a sandwich.

She looks at eating
carefully

and she speaks with her hands.

She said:

"I could not bear
a man touches me

"With hands like.

"Also damaged,

"Too dirty.

"Never, never."

He laughs.

He says:

"That one's a good one!"

Yes.

Then he looks at his hands.

And then she said:

"You know, I

"Personally,

"I think Karl Marx it's over."

And then she starts to sing.

She closes her eyes.

She sees things behind his eyes.

The end of the world.

He said:

"Hey, You are good
Gouchy psychiatric asylum? "

She does not answer.

He says:

"Where do you come to the end?"

That's it. She does not answer.

He said: "I need to know.
I have a right to know.

"I am entitled to the same
ask for your ID. "

She cries?

No, it does not always cries.

He says:

"There was nothing

"Where you are mounted.

"Nothing out of sight.

"So?

"Who are you?"

He waits for the response.

He waits for the response.

Yes.

She answers:

"I do not know you.

"Your logic escapes me.

"If someone asks me who I am,

"I am troubled."

He says:

"Ah ...

"I suspected something."

She said: "I can put myself in love.

"A loving you. A loving.

"At any time.

"Crier.

"Loving

"Abraham or you.

"Everything.

"Or anything.

"Nothing."

There she asks
to get off the truck.

This is the countryside.
Not a house.

She wants to go down and she cries.

She is afraid?

What?

May be brought to
Psychiatric Hospital Gouchy.

He said:

"You should know that
you want to end. "

That's it.

She said not to know.

In the film,

someone would have said:

"This is a woman like that."

"Every evening, she stops
cars, trucks.

"And then she tells her life
who is there.

"Every night,

"She recounts her life
for the first time.

"It is more or less listened to.

"But he does not care."

How would it be?

How is she?

Little.

Lean.

Gray.

Commonplace.

She has that nobility

of banality.

It is invisible.

Someone would say that, yes.

Someone would have said:

"This is a woman like that.

"Every evening, she stops
cars, trucks.

"And then she tells her life
for the first time. "

For example,

a waitress in a road
at dusk,

which would have recognized.

Or a road user

which would have recognized.

She was unaware
we had talked about it.

Abraham ...

Where is Abraham?

She speaks

always.

But nobody knows.

She descends the moor.

She spoke one last time.

And then it goes down.

She would have talked one last time.

She looked like she had been mistaken
throughout his life.

Crying when to laugh.

Laugh when he was crying.

Cry when he was crying.

She said:

"That the world goes to ruin.

"Let him go to ruin."

It would be lowered into the moor.
He would have left off.

And then he would go again.

It can not be anything else on it.

They could not have existed
that because of the other one.

The story is stopped.

It happened there for years,

in ancient times.

You could not know
yet what was

behind the clarity of words.

The clarity of words is obscured.

People do not read anything.

You do not see anything.

Nothing.

Revolution.

Class struggle.

Dictatorship of the proletariat.

Nothing.

It is a hill.

A gentle slope.

A forest.

Above, the sky is clear, naked.

Blue.

No wind.

The sun is very strong.

Fixed. Heatwave.

The color that dominates
is dark green.

Yellowed by heat.

The salt of the air.

The sea is there.

Crisp dry soil.

It's summer.

Very slowly,
A truck crosses the whole.

And then he disappears.

He leaves behind
creases in thorny bushes.

It is the wind

stirred by the passage
the mass of the truck

making squealing
dead plants in summer.

The truck was gone.

The expected accident
that will populate the forest.

This is the sound of a passage.

We do not know whom.

What.

And then it stopped.