They could be characters from a Edith Piaf song.
He returns from faraway, she is waiting to depart from an imaginary quay. They meet during a dance-time…
How many times have we thrown our head against the wall, how many times have we found our back to the wall, with an urge to go over the wall like these migrants who cross borders filled with hope, rage, and will? Will we be the ones to break the walls or those who will erect new ones?