Céline is sifting through photos on her computer, looking for one with her mother. She chances upon an old interview of hers. “Your daughter is seven,” the reporter says. “Yes,” replies Marguerite. “How do you organise family life as an artist?” comes the question. “My husband no longer works,” Marguerite says with a smile. “He plays a big role in our daughter’s upbringing. They’re together all the time, in Munich, and me too, but I’m often away.” Céline is joined by Nadia as she appears visibly stricken, while watching her mother talk about her absence as a parent. “Being apart must be difficult,” the interviewer muses. “For me or for them?” Marguerite wonders, still smiling. “For everyone, I suppose,” the reporter says. “Absence is one thing, it’s the reunion that’s hard. Yes, the reunions. At times, I hold my daughter, and she’s not ready. Other times, the opposite.” “An undanceable waltz,” comments the reporter. “Like all of Chopin’s waltzes,” quips Marguerite, as Céline looks on, disillusioned, cold.