Each night in Paris, hundreds of men and women anonymously use telephone lines that date from the German Occupation and are no longer listed to talk to each other, to love each other. These people, shipwrecked lovers, are dying to love, to escape the abyss of solitude...

Sitting at a table, holding a script, Marguerite Duras and Gérard Depardieu read a dialogue, the story of a woman who addresses the truck driver that picked her up from the side of the road. Shots of a truck travelling the roads without a visible driver appear regularly. The truck? The possibility of communism. The film? “It would be a film. It is a film.” For the conditional t...