Central Berlin – The cinema

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Saturday night, at the film theatre,

a Japanese movie – Kurosawa.

The room is full. Darkness. With a regular flow, late people come in.

Shcrumpf, opening of the first packet.

One after the other, taking over. Pshiiit, cola, apfelschorle, lemonade…

Shcrumpf shcrumpf, my right neighbour opens an aluminum wrapping, and bites.

Pshittt.

Shcrumpf shcrumpf, our left neighbour digs in a bag of sweets

shcrumpf, and one more.

My right neighbour strokes frantically her long black hair with her right hand

opens her bag.

Shcrrrrrumpf shcrumpfffff, and one more on the Nô sequence.

A blind man followed by a friend enters and search for a seat.

Strokes frantically her long black hair with her left hand.

In the back, a young woman presses the space key of her laptop to send the English subtitles at every dialog change.

Shcrumpf.

Strokes frantically her long black hair with her right hand.

The blind man leaves the room. A woman from the back comes and takes his seat.

Pshiiit.

In front of us, the snow is falling, sublime, on a blue landscape.

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