Hi! My name’s Fabrice Luchini. I had a bad dream last night. Let me tell you about it.
I was just sleeping and dreaming of a new world free from tax, French poodles, French fries and French loaves.
I was a typical Frenchman on a minimum wage on a RER train at 6 a.m. listening to the cd of my favorite singer, Johnny H. Suddenly, I saw my national hero, my idol wearing the Coats of Arms of Belgium facing an army of tax inspectors ready to split his bag of money in two. I could not believe it.
Johnny was a brave knight . Sure, but how could he defend himself without his army of fans?
I realized I had to save him even at the risk of my life.