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He’s heading home on a very windy evening. Home is a house without walls, full of empty spaces. Like an island in the middle of the city. With his shapeless rough woollen suit and his bowler hat, he could go unnoticed. But Léandre the clown has unbelievable presence. Without speaking a word, he shares his solitude with objects that slide, socks that fly and wardrobes that sing. And he gets visits from imaginary audience members who share a few moments of his suspended time.