Your boss 
gave you this factory.

What do you think of its gesture?

The true hero in all that, 
it is your boss.

Does not deprive to you it of the hope 
of a future revolution?

This is an insulated act

or it corresponds 
with a tendency of the modern world?

With a tendency of the modern world.

It seems to be a question of a news 
form race for the power.

This is not a first step

towards a transformation of the men 
as middle-class man?

The middle-class will never arrive 
to make men of the middle-class men.

Then, a middle-class man, 
by this gesture,

thus makes an error?

I cannot answer you.

The middle-class changes 
in a revolutionary way.

If the middle-class made 
of humanity a middle-class,

it would not have to triumph any more 
of a fight of class

neither with the army, nor the nation, 
nor the denominational Church.

And without natural allies, 
it would lose the fight.

You here in front 
new data all.

You must answer me...

TH?REME

Subtitles: Pierre KALFON

Video subtitling: C.M.C.

" And God led his people 
with the desert,, "

Arrive tomorrow,

Put to us music.

Then, you smell yourself better?

It is nothing.

It is not very comfortable.

What a invasion!

It is here that I slept, small.

Excuse me...

I am here

Excuse me...

Here are your friends.

You are a true sportsman.

What time is it thus?

I do not know

Which importance?

It is six hours!

It is about a sick man, 
like me

" In such a state, lvan Illitch 
found a consolation.

" Gu?assime 
was in charge of cleaning.

" It was a young peasant 
clean, healthy... "

Thank you.

What do you read?

" It was all its life

" the turn of kindness would be longer 
to reproduce that a star.

" the Adorable one 
who had gone at home

" did not return 
and will never return."

You are not like Gu?assime.

With you, 
the controversy is difficult.

Two reasons 
oblige me to speak to you.

The first, 
it is my moral direction.

And then, 
something of confused...

that I do not foresee clearly 
that by speaking you.

You allured me, my God! 
And I let myself make.

You forced me and you gained.

I am ris? of all,

one makes fun of me

Calumny howled, 
around me:

" Denounce it!" 
and you showed me.

My friends gueulaient my fall.

" ll will be surely let allure. 
Then we will overcome.

" We will take on him 
our revenge."

How?

You speak?

I am content.

I must from go away...

tomorrow.

I do not recognize myself any more.

What made me the equal one 
others does not exist any more.

I resembled to them, 
in spite of my defects.

Mine and those of my world.

You withdrew to me 
with the natural order of the things.

I did not realize there 
at the time of your stay.

I realize some, 
whereas you t'en go

By losing you, I take 
conscience of my diversity.

What will it occur of me?

of another myself,

who does not have anything commun run with me

The bottom should be touched 
of this diversity

that you revealed me,

and which is my true 
distressed nature?

Without wanting it,

I will not draw up 
all and all against me?

I never had...

of interest for nothing.

I do not speak 
major interests...

but simple, like those 
of my husband for his factory,

of my son for his studies, 
of my daughter for the family.

Me... Nothing.

I am unaware of how I could 
to support such a vacuum.

If there were something...

it was the instinctive love 
of a sterile life...

like a garden 
o?nobody passes more.

This vacuum was in fact 
full with erroneous values

and of a horrible tumble 
false ideas.

I realize there 
today.

You filled my life 
of a total and real interest.

Your departure does not destroy anything 
of what was in me,

except a reputation 
of pure middle-class woman.

What you, you brought to me:

I' Amour in the vacuum of my life

You destroy it while leaving me.

Our meeting made ego 
a normal girl.

I finally found 
a solution with my life

Front, 
I did not know anything the men.

I was afraid of it, 
I loved only my father.

Now, you me leashes... 
you precipitate me still further.

Is this that which you wanted? 
The pain to lose you

my relapse will cause,

more horrible 
that the evil which overpowered me

before the short cure 
had with your presence.

I had never detected this evil. 
Now, if!

By although you made me, 
I measured my evil

How to replace you?

Perhaps somebody...

I could not live any more.

You came here to destroy.

In me, 
this destruction is total.

You destroyed the idea 
that I was done myself.

I do not find anything now...

who can reinstate me 
in my identity.

What do you propose to me?

Such a scandal is similar 
with a civil death:

my total destruction.

How can arrive from there there 
a man trained for the order,

for the future, 
and especially for the possession?

Leave, I will carry it.

Not, I carry it.

want it you carry together?

You give me one meter?

It is been useful, Miss.

I can nothing make.

I am sorry.

Miss, please!

Loosen the fist, Miss Odetta.

Open your fist.

What a horror!

How I am idiot!

You are hungry?

Not, I do not eat

Eat something!

I do not want

You do not want to eat?

Say at least what 
you want to eat... speaks!

It is necessary to invent 
new techniques,

impossible to recognize,

who do not resemble 
with any existing operation,

to avoid 
the puerility of ridiculous,

to build a clean world,

without possible confrontation...

for which there does not exist 
measurements of judgement...

who must be new 
like the techniques.

No one should not include/understand 
that an author is not worth anything,

that it is abnormal, lower,

that like a worm, it twists 
and stretches itself to survive.

No one should not take it 
in sin of ingenuity.

All must appear perfect,

based on unknown rules...

thus, not questioned...

as at insane, yes, insane

Glass on glass, 
because I can nothing correct...

and no one should not realize some.

A sign on glass...

correct without dirtying it...

a sign paints before 
on another glass.

It is not necessary that one believes...

with the act of an incompetent,

of impotent.

This choice must appear sure,

solid, high 
and almost dominating.

No one should suspect only one sign 
is succeeded " by chance ".

" By chance ", it is horrible.

When a sign is successful, 
by miracle,

it is necessary immediately 
to keep, preserve it...

Nobody must realize some.

The author is a shivering idiot,

as petty as poor.

It lives in the chance 
and in the risk,

dishonoured like a child.

Its life is reduced 
with the melancholy and ridiculous...

a being which survives 
in the impression...

to have lost something 
for always.

With bottom states,

With bottom all churches,

Live that quipeint,

Blue is its portrait,

But blue suffitpas,

Blue is only one part,

Of which right I would make 
such a mutilation?

Which ideology 
lejustifier could?

I was not on the good way 
with my first portraits?

Look at...

what it became 
by eat nettles.

My God! What a scandal!

Afflicted, I do not smoke

Which is the road of Milan?

With left and straight.

What would arrive it if I decided...

to strip me of all and 
to give my factory to the workmen?

Let us go!

Afraid, I am not do not come here 
to die, but to cry.

My tears are not 
tears of pain.

They will form a source, 
who will not be

a source of pain.

Go goes... now.