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Sometimes things happen that silence everything else. Nothing makes sense any more. A narrow asphalt path meanders through woods and fields. A recurring image. It happened here somewhere. A tree and a cross, decorated with fresh flowers. Something happened here that was to change Henri’s life forever. He has been alone, everywhere, ever since – no matter whether he is with his friends, at parties or at home. Whatever happens, he is there and yet absent.
