I can hear myself howl when the window’s rungs com (My scream becomes shrill). Finding my spirit again, I open my eyes, Anthéa’s hand is in mine (Our pale faces, our mouths big opening). I see myself through her, terrified, I push back their hands. (one supervisor comes in and disturbs our affair « did everything go on? »). Mugged by these words Anthéa thrown onto me, start to gnaw my shoulder, my blood’s view in her mouth sickens me. Pity for her who meets quickly like a prisoner. Pity for her in her never-ending hand-held folder. (I can see myself through her...).