Partly translated:

And so the night before she leaves, Gloria dreams about… actually it’s not a dream it’s a nightmare.(...) She wakes up at 1 pm and it’s still dark outside, and she just missed the only hour of daylight of the day. And the nightmare is very representative of where she is.
«Il miracolo» the Arte TV show, also, it’s this kind of anti-reality. There is this madonna plastic sculpture that starts to cry blood whithout any explaination... so it’s like how everything is in trouble when there is no explaination. When there is no more reliable... references.
And the miracle, the unexplainable, it is the human fantasy... And at the same time it’s what drives you crazy, because there is a gap in the relationships that is growing between those who know, and those who don’t.
And here is Gloria.
There is this galette afternoon (...) at this family afternoon, she actually sees this thing, that everyword said it bound to things, every behaviour is bound too, she gets all the actions of her... what we could call her community, I mean where she is from.

(...)
She says (the sister): «when nostalgia becomes melancholia»
(...)

And Gloria totally gets the ornamental aspect of this sentence. Because this sentence is empty, it only gives a nineteen’s century reference very bourgeoise and conventional, that is not even accurate for the situation...
(...)

And so Gloria, she screams silentely from the inside... like there is no reason for such an agreement about the sentence... And she is mute. Because if she tries to explain what she sees, it is like changing all their system of references. And so the guys would be left with nothing, it’s not hearable then.

(...)
Abroad in her situation is her only way to exist, or to... find her place... she needs to experience that home is nothing else but herself.

Flora Citroen