High Marina, worldwide premiere.

“I accept chaos, I’m not sure whether it accepts me.”

Bob Dylan.

[A naked desk, two chairs. Man A and Man C seat in front of eachother, Man B stands against the desk, near Man A. Man C holds a pen and writes down on a big notebook. Man C leafs through it now and then. Man A wears gaudy beach clothes. Man B and Man C wear grey suits An optional screen on background displays Super 8 family beach movies (no close-up and no sound)].

Man A

I've met some of them in my dreams, more often than I would like.

Man B

It's not so unwonted anyway.

Man C

Let's direct our intention upon the girl.

Man A

I was in a concrete single-stage house built right onto the beach. Looking out of the living-room's window, it took me some times to understand what was weird : the horizon had disappeared. As I was getting close to the window - I did need my horizon - I felt the ill omen growing up in my lungs ; what may have been strong grey clouds were actualy a huge, gliterring wall of water. I went outside in a hurry to seize better the actual ninety feet high threat. I was dumbstricken by the sailboats and speedboats, clinging edge to edge at the crest of the still wave as if they were up there as docile as they would be in a deserted marina on winter.

Man B

Our question was “Where's the girl ?”

Man C

Your four-year-old daughter. Please keep this in mind.

Man A

I felt to be the only one to see the motionless wall of shining, dark silver water. It made me feel responsible for too many people. I was like a dumb lifeguard about to flee cowardly from the overwhelming wave to come.

Man B

Dark and shining ?

Man C

Let's write only “shining”. It was reported as a sunny day.

Man A

My wife was reading a newspaper under her wide-brimmed straw hat, and did not seem worried about anything as the other few people sunbathing on the beach. I asked her about our daughter who wasn't with her. I did not wait for her answer, if there was any. Did she actualy listen to me, warning her about that giant wave ? I went back through the house and found out eventualy my daughter, playing alone on the backyard, sitting in the sand, right under the grassy track embankment.

Man C

So you are indeed the last one who saw her, aren't you ?

Man A

I took her in my arms. I freaked out then. I freaked out because the embankment wasn't enough high to save anybody from the devastating wave which could move at any moment.

Man C

Where did you go with her ?

Man B

A “still wave”. We do not like any discrepancies in our reports. On the other hand I do like it very much. The word, I mean, "discrepancy".

Man A

I came back on the beach to urge my wife to follow us. No other people moved.

Man B

No one moved.

Man C

No one worried.

Man A

I always save my children from those waves in my dreams, running faster than them, climbing higher than the level they could reach. I really don't know how we came through that. [Pause] Where's my daughter ? Where's my wife ?

Man C

Let's direct our intention upon the little girl. That's the process. Point by point. Let's try to be efficient.

[Pause]

Man B

You have to aknowledge that we have found you alone.

Man C

[Leafing through his notebook] We can assert that. Absolutely.

Man A

Where's my daughter ?

Man B

This is our question.

Man C

That's the point : our question, your answer.

Man A

Tsunami.

Man B

Tsunami. That's a word.

Man C

Tsunami sounds potent.

Man A

Tsunami's my daughter's firstname.

[Curtain with a deafening noise of an helicopter's engine
following by “Let's dance the jet“ (Deerhoof)]