A village in the Cevennes, the war over, a landslide makes it impossible to pass. Enclosed in this small perimeter, the history with the so familiar elements that are the resistant, the collaborators, the profiteers, the refugees, the settlements of account and the denunciations. Here we act. We react. We go fast. We only have the moment to try to see clearly, to avoid making a mistake. There is also the hole that smokes, the cave that becomes metaphorically that of memory.