TOULOUSE
Sometimes they scratch at the ground. They hold a Gallic feast, sing Gallic songs and perform gestures.
Olivier and Thomas are spending the weekend in a village in the south of France. They walk past an abandoned building. […] A message scrawled in marker pen: ‘The Gauls’.
Olivier and Thomas, two moustachioed gendarmes, have come to question Thomas and Olivier. Something must have happened in the building. Was it yesterday or in the fifth century BC?
Haunted by very ancient, violent and uncertain memories, Olivier and Thomas try to grasp and shake off the fragments, laughing, trembling, dancing, brawling, passing the time.” — Marion Aubert
