FRONTALIER • JEAN PORTANTE / FRANK HOFFMANN

He didn’t get up after the last battle daddy / he crossed borders and got up again / he went to war and got up again / he crossed borders again and got up again / he got up again fathered his son and they got up together.

Like his father in the past, the son now crosses the border between Lorraine and Luxembourg. Caught in a traffic jam which is the rule on this stretch of highway, the son begins to dream. The procession of cars evokes other processions, even longer and, above all, more terrible: the processions on TV / those migrants who cross the layers of time / when was the last time they drank or ate / when did they they slept for the last time / when did they die for the last time…

Largely written during a writer’s residence in Scy-Chazelles in Lorraine, Frontalier by Jean Portante is a long polyphonic monologue that takes place in the mind of an imaginary border worker who commutes to Luxembourg every day. . But, beyond this daily coming and going, memories and thoughts arise in the cabin of the car linked to the father, to migration, to borders in general. Thus weaves, while mythology is never far away, a spider’s web in which each thread interweaves the layers of time and space to recreate a universe where the family autobiography of the crossing of the Alps joins the tragedy. long caravans of refugees. Frontalier then becomes a desperate cry against the walls that rise up everywhere.

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