Already 7 p.m., I hung around Didier's a bit before deciding to go home. I'm on the motorbike heading for Charlie's house. The bike leaves me at the “ange Raphaël” crossroads, I walk down to get to her house. Charlie lives in a studio (bedroom, shower, living room, kitchen). It's quite chic, well decorated, in his image and his tastes! She also has good taste! she lives on the ground floor of a 3 level. I arrive at her dealership, in the darkness outside I notice the lights in her house from afar. To say that in this building, no one volunteers to turn on the lights in front of...