Snow on the screen:
20h00.
Mr. and Mrs. Fracinas were in their living room.
They dined in front of the TV, like every night for years, in front of the newspaper, which had finally taken the name of the time it was held, the same for years.
The figure of style probably had a name and our retired couple probably didn't give a shit anymore, with their eyes fixed on the screen sometimes, sometimes on the soup plate.
There have been extraordinary incidents in various cities across the country. Thus, in Cityville and Bourcitty during the last 24 hours, the inhabitants have been witnesses of fchchchchchchchchch chchc hchc hchc hchc hchc hchc hchchchchchch chchchch chchch chch chchch chch chch chch chch chch chch chch chch chch...", Neige à l' écran.
Mr. Fracinas swallowed another spoonful and changed the channel, without effect.
He then got up from his chair and moved closer to the television.
He inspected the antenna socket and power supply socket, unsuccessfully.
He turned off the TV and then turned it back on again and started the operation a dozen times, without success.
He then swore an oath and tapped the TV with his hand.
Madame Fracinas finishes her soup plate.
Someone rang the doorbell.
It was two neighbours, the one opposite and the one next door, tower G.
They didn't get the TV, either.
At the same time, millions of TV stations across the country broadcast only a hypnotizing and synthetic visual humming.
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