Lupino

Anthony, Orsu and Pierre-Marie belong to Lupino. They grew up here, in these public housings trapped between the motorway and the hills, far from the seaside, far from the city center, far from anything. When summer comes, they go down the streets. They spend together long restless days on public benches and waste grounds, aching for some shadow, for some company, for an escape.

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