Édith Piaf has been playing in my head for hours. Through the car window the world is pink, the fault of those adhesive films for shelter from the sun. 1, 2, 3 ... 6 hours in Pink with Édith singing. After two days with Édith in my head, you become friends. And then, as sometimes happens, we lose sight of each other. A month, a year, two ... One day she unexpectedly shows up again, but it happens that you hate her. You hate her because now you want that pink film, you want it above all, you want that plastic before your eyes.