A phone call, Bilbao:
"yes, ok. Ok. Ok, yes."
Arms are waving
12 hours, a room in Paris:
a pencil case is being dropped on the floor, people are thinking in french
A police station with green walls:
a girl is stretching cling film over her face and falls off her chair
Somewhere else in France, I usually picture a farmhouse in the countryside:
running around in circles, reading from a piece of paper and trying to be heard over ‘Il n’y a pas d’amour heureux’
On a tube, London:
*Takes off her bag, shoes, jacket, hat, jewellery, make-up. Lets down her hair
