We're back to the language of dysfunctional families, the anti-community.
An environment dominated by an excess of singularity, with a real need to be understood, to be heard.
Just managing the space-time coordinates, letting time pass, not giving up, being assertive, categorical, playing with variations, ups and downs, pauses and endings.
A Saturday. On a Saturday. A father, a mother, aunts, son and daughter, brothers-in-law, friends, servants. The dining room. Early evening.
A truce in the logic of everyday life.
Some time to exchange views.
On the radio, ‘Dia da Criação’ by Vinicius de Moraes.