My friend Franck Venaille, a poet and radio man, died. Starting from the archives of his voice, I set out to make a film, as a form of mourning. Since his office was emptied, this film is the journey of two bereaved; his wife and I, guided...See moreMy friend Franck Venaille, a poet and radio man, died. Starting from the archives of his voice, I set out to make a film, as a form of mourning. Since his office was emptied, this film is the journey of two bereaved; his wife and I, guided by a voice, his own.
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