The night in Noël, was my favourite moment about this country.

I have waited a year only for this moment: nobody in the street, neither fucking ugly car nor fucking stupid dog.

This moment is great, in the night, the street light plates this city with gold, look! that’s the French colour, luxury!

This moment belongs to me, the only person in the street.

Frenches have got home to continue their illusion, so this moment belongs to me.