L'Aspirateur (de la poussière autour du cœur)

Seven women intersect around a runaway girl and a stolen carpet. Each, without necessarily knowing the other, has participated in one way or another, voluntarily or not, in this micro-drama. Seven women, all with a tooth that hurts, a pebble in their shoe, a more or less burning pain that acts intermittently. What are the regrets that punctuate our lives made of? Every body has its more or less secret knot. Children's pain is magically blown away. Can we suck out regrets before they prevent us from living?