Act 1. Scène 1.
Dans l’aéroport un homme tient une pancarte « Welcome to Geneva Abi ». Les passagers sortent, et Abi se dirige nonchalamment vers son chauffeur.
CHAUFFEUR : Bonsoir Monsieur, je vous conduis chez Vishnu.
Le chauffeur range les bagages dans le coffre, et tout deux rentres dans la voiture. Abi roupille sur le trajet, les images s’intercalent avec Vishnu chez lui ecrivant sur sa machine à écrire et brulant un encens quand il voit l’heure. Arrivé a destination, Abi toque à la porte.
Act 1. Scène 2.
ABI : Ah, here you are ! (Il enlace rapidement son ami) I’m so exausted ! My wife sent me fourteen messages since I left her ! (Il laisse ses affaires dans l’entrée et s’affale dans le canapé, portable en main)
VISHNU : I am also happy to see you my friend…
ABI : Come on ! We don’t need to be polit, right ? Since how much time I know you ? You smoked your first bidee with me… (Il sort une cigarette et commence à chercher son briquet)
VISHNU : You gave me my first one ! Such a good friend ! And by the way, i don’t smoke anymore…
ABI : Really ? So I can’t smoke inside ?
VISHNU : You can use the balcony… You wanna drink something ?
ABI : What’s my possibilities ?
VISHNU : (Il ouvre son frigo) Hum, a beer..an orange juice..or a chaï.
ABI : That’s all ? Why like this ?
VISHNU : Take what you got and enjoy !
ABI : So, a beer, the only drink with a little bit of alcohol you got.
Il prend la bière et sort sur le bacon. Vishnu se prépare un chaï avant de le rejoindre.
VISHNU : (Voyant son ami une fois de plus sur son téléphone ) How is she ?
ABI : She ? Who are you talking about ?
VISNHU : Your wife ? You’re not answering to her ?
ABI : (Ricanant) No, that’s my life in India. In Switzerland, I do what I do, like a new life.
VISHNU : What you mean ? Who are you talking with ? You cheat your wife ? What am I suppose to tell her ?
ABI : Calm down, shanti shanti. I don’t cheat her, she don’t know anything et she don’t need to know. Life is short my friend, we should enjoy it. And look how beautiful she is… (Il lui montre son téléphone)
VISHNU :That’s not my business !
ABI : Come on ! Don’t tell me that you didn’t meet any woman in Switzerland ?
VISHNU : No, I’m still waiting for Anoushka.
ABI : Anoushka ? She left you 3 years ago ! You did’0n’t see anyone since this time ?
VISHNU : Life will bring me back to her. I know it.
ABI : You’re still writing this stupid book, han? Let all those shit behind you. European women are so amazing !
VISHNU : I don’t need this kind of desir. Come inside, I’ll play a nice music for you !
ABI : (Rentrant) Don’t worry, I’ll present you someone, I know what you need.
VISHNU : And I also knowwhat you’re able to do, don’t be stupid with your old friend. I got a lot of work. Anyway, listen that!
Il met en route un cd, de la musique Suisse retenti. Abi se sert une autre bière et commence à gigoter sur la musique.
ABI : How weird are those sounds, sometimes I miss music from Goa…
VISHNU : Junkie music, you mean !
ABI : Such a funny junkie you were ! With your paon plum on your head !
VISHNU :We we so young…
ABI : We are still kids ! We should make party ! I got few days before starting work. I know a really nice place here !
VISHNU : I don’t know, busy those days…
ABI : Ho please Vivi, we can’t se eachother that much !
VISHNU :You know how mh work is tiring…
ABI : You just work on the morning, you got a lot of time !
VISHNU : I can’t go out late otherwise I’ll be not at time !
ABI : Just one or two time, for your old friend.
VISHNU : ..maybe…you know how to do…each time
Les images s’interchangent avec la scène 3.
petitpapillonviolet 