I argue with C. and get out of a car. With a bag in my hand, I walk on alone. I see an Ibis hotel in front of me and think I'm going to spend the night there. On the right-hand side of the path is the sea in front of the hotel. Before I get there, I meet a woman who wants to show me another hotel. It's certainly nicer than the Ibis hotel. I say that I only want to stay one night. Another woman joins us. She asks what happened. I say, ‘It's a long story’ and follow both women. I ask if they live here all year round. C. calls me on my mobile. She names me a dog, a batard. I say that she has left me no other choice.