Discovering from time to time a romantic novel but with its edges is very good. Love can also be that which emerges as a placebo for a tedious life, for a reality meticulously constructed towards happiness and that ends up sounding like a discordant orchestra of blinded musicians.
Doudou finds the moment to discover that she is not as happy as she appears towards others and towards herself. It is enough with the evocation of an old courtship, with the whisper of a voice coming from the radio waves to understand that if she keeps quiet she will end up drowning in those quicksand that are her life.
Doudou considers that sometimes it is necessary to flee from oneself, or at least to mutate and leave the memories locked in an old house. Adventure is the only possible way out of a monotony that is extremely uncomfortable, alienating.
Together with Guillaume, Doudou embarks on a journey to nowhere aboard a motorcycle….
But of course, that dedication to the new love, to vitalism leaves pending bills. Finding a balance between that self that marks a new journey and the family that he leaves behind, including children, seems like an impossible task.
A journey to reconnect with everything after the vital parenthesis that led her to become something she never imagined herself to be. An awareness that results in a fast-paced story between love and silenced regrets. Freedom in your most important decision: to seek your true self.
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