Pépé le Morse
Grandpa Walrus
Lucrèce Andreae
»Dammit! There’s no signal. Mum, can we leave?« A deserted beach, it’s off-season, grey and dirty. Grandma prays, Mum yells, the twins couldn’t care less, and Lucas stomps through the sand dunes on his own. Visitors have left their cigarettes butts lying around everyone, Grandpa more than anyone else.