The trumpet was placed on a stool, on the stage of Cabaret Vauban this evening in November 2009. She was waiting there, alone, without flinching, as inert, that we come to wake her, to get out of her lethargy. She slept well, long before the public invaded Cabaret Vauban. She waited for him, without impatience, knowing that he would come. She felt her step and realized it was now. She felt his hands grip her and the journey to the East could begin. And that night, the meeting was magical, in Brest, at the beginning of the world ...