Description

One winter night, a homeless man is dying in the hospital, while Elle, barely 19 years old, a nurse in training, is by his side, watching over him.<div> Two monologues, two voices linked to each other.</div><div> One winter night, a homeless man is dying in the hospital.</div><div> The one who leaves frees himself from his chaotic life.</div><div> She, the one who remains, barely 19 years old, a nurse in training, is by his side.</div><div> She takes care of him, she watches over him.</div><div><br></div><div> This text is full of humanity; it confronts us with our fragility in being in the world, with our passage from life to death, and with that subterranean force that connects us all in the face of this inevitable event.</div><div> Since my warm body is a call for brotherhood, solidarity, and otherness.</div><div> An initiatory text about life and death, and death and life from our warm body, a call to life.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>