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Bastien walks along a river on the evening of his birthday. Ghosts accompany him: the ghosts of the 3 teenagers killed in the car accident he caused 10 years ago, on the night of his 17th birthday. There is urgency: the dead like Bastien are beginning to forget what truly happened that night. Yet, someone has been waiting all this time for the account of this accident, and perhaps awaits Bastien at the end of his walk.
Margot: Why do we haunt you so long after, when we ourselves forget?
Vicky: What must we remember? Why must we remember in order to leave?
Bastien: Why must I remember?
Ianis: Why is it so hard to remember?
Bastien: Why must I remember?
Margot: Why does remembering exhaust us so much?
Bastien: Why was I sad, terribly sad? Why am I still sad? What did I lose? What did I erase, forget? Why must I remember?
Vicky: Because we will forget.
Margot: Because the dead forget. That's all they do.
Vicky: It's now or never. Soon we'll be dead as dead can be. Théâtre Ouvert