In an undefined
place, a public garden, a park, a street… there is a bench
which is calling for an encounter.
A man and a woman sit down. They do not know each other but they
cannot help looking at each other.
And the game begins…
They start up a dialogue. A little too fast, clumsily,
on this too cramped bench. They soon come into conflict with each
other. The rhythm is speeding up and the bench becomes a labyrinth
in which they run after each other without finding their way out.
As their relationship has merely become a fight,
a ball appears and changes the stake.
They both try to appropriate the object. This
last eventually weaves a link between them and becomes the reason
for their meeting.