Suzanne Joubert Jamais de la vie, Olga Direction Alain Fourneau Excerpts A woman in a café. She has placed an advertisement in a lonely hearts column and is waiting for a man who has answered. She knows this café well, especially the waiter who usually serves her, an angel who seems to watch over her destiny. However, she very quickly wishes she was somewhere else: in the street, for example, on the other side of the window. From there, she would be able to see herself, another version of herself, a version which would suit this man better, for, as usual, nothing happens like it should. (...) In the end, you say to yourself, here, it's simple, all you have to do is talk, to everyone. From Baltimore to here, it's a fact, the earth is covered with people who talk, from wherever they are and to everyone, if you really want to, you can do it, and perhaps even now, from here, from the Café de la Coupole, sitting back against the washbasins which leak like never before, you could say what you wanted to this chap here, in the grey suit. But since whatever you say now will become, it's a fact, for ever what you said, you think about what's coming. And what's coming is that Alexandre, without even a wave of a hand, nothing, brings a beer, and says: - And for you, sir, it'll be ... - A lemonade, replies this chap with whom, it's sure, according to the matrimonial agency, we will ... (...) © 2001 "Théâtre-contemporain.net". Tous droits réservés.