Forty-Six Years Side by Side

The father's flat is on the fourth floor of a building on the rue Franklin, no lift, with yellowed wallpaper behind the furniture and a shut-up smell.

The estate agent stays twenty minutes. He measures, he photographs, he says twice that “this is a property that will sell”, and Salomé interprets a conversation about the asbestos survey and the service charges.

Then he leaves, and what is left is a man and a woman standing in the middle of a living room.

— I have to clear it before the thirtieth, signs Yanis. You don't have to stay.