I can hear voices

Jérôme is 35 years old, has a guitar and a job that isn’t much fun… Everything’s going swimmingly… until one evening when, on a whim, he takes an ecstasy tablet. From then on, nothing goes right: Jérôme hears voices. Lots of voices. Too many voices. Panicked, he turns up at the practice of a rather unconventional psychoanalyst, who’s going to help him sort out this merry internal chaos. Because these voices aren’t coming out of thin air: they’re coming from him… and they’ve got a lot to say! Fortunately, his therapist has a sense of humour. And patience. A zany yet touching comedy about what happens when you start talking to yourself. (Compagnie Koala vert)
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