Bubbles
I'm alive.
A chance.
At the age of five.
I'm going with my grandparents to the woods of Boulogne.
In the suburbs of Paris .
A walk.
I see...
in the pond...
Ducks !
Ducklings following their mother.
I so want to caress, so cute these little ducks.
I walk , I pass the gate. I defy the rules.
I bend to caress ducks...
They are afraid of me, they go ,they go...
I go too...
and I fall in the water, head first .
I was in the bubbles.
I heard, it was glug, glug... I was in the bubbles.
I could drown. The only thing I thought...
as I was upside down, it was ...
all the little things that were in my pocket, I would lose.
That fell into the water.
I was in the bubbles... I remember very well.
It is not so bad in the bubbles.
And then suddenly I felt grabbed me by my feet.
This is my grandfather, who had caught up with me.
Out of the water.
So... Maybe I should have learned.
Should not defy rules. If there was a gate...
it was there for a good reason, and that I should have learned...
is not to cross the gates.
Well I have not learned it at all.
I'm always like that.
And I'll always cross gates.
If there is a cute duckling to caress.
a film by Benoît Labourdette