Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Charles Pépin

executives from La Défense. I park nearby. While Ange is getting out of the car, I feel as if my bodyguard is accompanying me. I always appreciated these sorts of disagreements: I love beach resorts in the off-season, places used at night in the daytime, the beaches in Van during the winter. A plane flies by very low in the process of landing, we can see its belly. To be alone and peaceful in the parking lot, knowing it is filled with the night, I feel a strange sort of calm, of privilege. In the nightclub, the entire space is ours, quiet and lit up. We progress through the different rooms up to the top level, in which the roof will open to the sky for the finale of the event. My client thanks me for making the trip, he really appreciates that I see the project the whole way through, that I don’t content

kilometersandIdiscover, from a detour in the conversation, that Ange is working for a food bank. He delivers boxes of food to the homeless. “It’s to build up my muscle, he says justifying himself, it’s like a second sport. Did you know there are not a lot of homeless Jews?” The toll gate opens automatically once we approach, it’s a pleasure which never bores me, right after I push on the gas pedal saying to myself that things are going well and that I would be there on time. We get to the Enigma Parking and suddenly Ange asks me: “Is that where the trouble with those fucking Arabs started?” There are only five or six cars in the lot. I see the people waiting for me by a long line of parked cars near the nightclub, my client and his

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