Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Charles Pépin

to their shoulders, it is not the same thing and I have the impression that she agrees but I may be tricking myself, I start to get tired and that is reflected in the windowpane. The judge starts again: - You say that you were happy that everything was going well, that you were happy the sun was out, I am using your words, that you were satisfied to see the speeches did not betray the memory of your mother, am I mistaken? My lawyer objects to the question at hand but as the judgedoesnotreact,hespeaks and says in a forced voice: “We are distancing ourselves from the point.” The judge rejects his objection with an authoritative gesture and my lawyer sits down again, he’d barely had the time to stand up. The judge continues in the

be ok, I try to tell him with my eyes “Don’t worry”, but I see that it isn’t working.

One of the jury members whispers something to his neighbors, I see that these words slide from mouth to mouth up to the judge to get permission for the jurors to ask their questions. It’s a woman with short hair and small, red glasses. I have made eye contact with her often. These jury members are there but I never speak to them, it’s bizarre. It’s as if this drama plays so that we could meet each other, but without ever really being able to speak. In the span of a second, it seems to me that this woman understands me, that she really sees the scene that I am describing and that she is on my side. I add that obviously, a funeral under a drizzle with three bald guys tucking their heads

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