Next year, we will leave

Guided by a sentence from my childhood, I encounter three people in Paris: A collector of lost objects, a princess in Disneyland and a coffee seller forever rooted in her shop to the point of madness. The first person narrative echoes the stories of the filmed, questioning the possibilities of the documentary encounter. In the process the assumed distinctions between director/character ; self/other; stranger/friend are challenged and questioned. A meditation on longing, dreaming and belonging.