J'étais dans ma maison et j'attendais que la pluie vienne

Five women and a young man' back from everything' back from his wars and battles' home at last' lying there' in the house' now' exhausted by the road and life' peacefully asleep or dying' nothing else' back to where he started to die.

They waited for him' long already' years' always the same story' and never thought they'd see him alive again' they despaired of ever hearing from him' no letters' postcards no more' never' any sign that might reassure or definitively make them give up waiting.
Today' will they finally' get a few words' the life they dreamed of' have the truth?
We fight once again' the last' to share the spoils of love' we wrest exclusive tenderness from each other. We'd like to know.

Jean-Luc Lagarce, 1994