Un oiseau passe. Je le suis

"I was stiff and cold, I was a bridge, I lay over a ravine. My toes on one side, my fingers clutching the other, I had clamped myself fast into the crumbling clay." Franz Kafka, "The Bridge," 1917 (translation Willa and Edwin Muir)

BAPTISTE – "When I was unhappy... I slept... I dreamed... But people don't like it when you dream... (smiling) so they hit you 'just to wake [...]