Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Joy

coincidences? I agree with her. The fact that Ange had a pistol with him, and that he came with me, without a reason, to the same place I had encountered Rédoine, that is very coincidental. It’s true, I admit it. But it’s like that. With my words, my lawyer turns towards me, he doesn’t look happy. He seems even to suffer, so I try to clarify: - It is like that… That is how everything happened. As this response did not seem to satisfy anyone, I wanted to add that coincidences do happen. But nothing is said. Then, I don’t feel like fighting with the mic. My lawyer doesn’t turn around again but I make out his agitation from the movement of his head. The judge looks at me and, for the first time, I read a real curiosity in her eyes.

I want to tell them as many times as necessary for them to be able to put a cost on my sentence. But spare me this stage play. I see clearly what would lessen the verdict and I find this type of combat ridiculous. Who will speak the best? Who will find the best formula? Who will best flatter the jury? I feel that the essentials are playing out without me and little by little, I am distancing myself… It seems to me, while surrounded by a polished wood smell, a light citrus perfume arrives. I ask myself what it could be. The cleaner for the windows? The fresh citrus reminds me of a world that used to be mine but is no longer, I breathe in this odor deeply and the world gets even further away… The judge’s voice suddenly gets even more serious: - But… even so! You do not find that there are a bunch of

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