In 1996 I took the conservatory exam. I missed it. A year ago I was asked to do a masterclass on acting in cinema. I went there. I met a lively, joyful and passionate youth. Among my students there was Clémence. The following year, she asked me to film their last show. I felt her urgency and the fear she had of leaving this mythical place. So I accepted.  By filming this youth, I revisited mine.

Young actors embody my grandparents and perform their last moments together. Accompanied by my grandfather's voice, they tell of memory that fades, of painful bodies, of solitude. They tell of loss, of life.