"Of the anonymous alcoholism, the shared despair, the fight from time to time just to kill time, my god, which beautiful youth! Violent deaths, manslaughters, but also suicides: we know how to vary the pleasures. To the inhabitant of Brest. It is what we call the rock 'n' roll, either the social, or the poverty, or still the size and the decline. Sometimes the romanticism, it is rarer"