A mainstream Parisian’s day caught by a thousand adventures which are the lot of our every day life, without noticing it.

His hell starts with the dustbins in the morning, the hammering drill. Then this is the rush downtown, the collisions, the rows, the time when you’ve some arguments with some bobbies sometimes uncompromising.

The professional life is of no help.Bosses are strange creatures, clients unseizable monsters. You’ve to survive, to eat ! What a burden. You have to find a dwelling to live in! What a problem !

Of course there is love to comfort you but love in Paris isn’t always easy ! Then, when you ’re a little bit nervous, a bit too anxious, you take some pills for happiness sold by pharmacists

But provided you don’t take an overdose, because too much happiness, at this moment, is suspicious...