Jeudi 19, de Raphaël Holt (2011)
C'est son anniversaire, 23 ans, Bastien a le cafard. Il est passé se changer dans l'appartement où il vit avec sa grand-mère, Martine. Il semble qu'elle cache quelque chose, elle tourne en rond dans le petit appartement parisien. Bastien se referme, travaillé par ses soupçons sur une lettre qui lui était adressée dans une enveloppe sans timbre. Une lettre qui pourrait réouvrir des blessures et déverser les torrents du passé.
Bastien is moody, today is his 23rd birthday. He lives with his Grandmother. She seems to be hiding something, an envelope that would re-open old wounds... Bastien is moody, today is his 23rd birthday. He stopped by his apartment, where he lives with his Grandmother, Martine, to change. She seems to be hiding something, she keeps moving, constantly scuffling around. She can’t stay still in her small Parisian apartment. Every minute that goes by, Bastien gets more suspicious; his thoughts grow darker and darker, and return to the same question. Where is the envelope that bears his name? This envelope that would re-open old wounds and bring forth the past once again.