Paris, je t'aime

I have to write this. There is one scene in the film Paris, je t'aime that keeps flashing in my mind.

This is the view from above of two cups of coffee being carried by a black woman. She is rescuing a man who was stabbed by petty street criminals. The man was an itinerant Nigerian laborer who had just been fired from work. He asks for coffee so that the two of them can chat while waiting for the ambulance.

When the man croons as he nears death, the woman suddenly realizes that this guy was the same one who sings a beautiful song in the few moments that she has seen him. The coffee was delivered as rescuers carry the man.

The hands holding the cups are shaking. On the verge of crying, we see the coffee cups from above, like trembling black circles in the sea of white.

12:50 am
3 september 2007