In the beginning: pale gray, blurry target. It`s an announcement. Of a war? No. More complex. Of a division. Between yesterday and today. In other words, as transparent as a window, between today and itself. Because in today, there is always something of yesterday that persists in the present. Olivier Derousseau is sticking to his guns. His previous films prove it: Bruit de fond, une place sur la terre and Dreyer pour mémoire, exercice documentaire (FID selections in respectively, 2001 and 2005); his titles speak volumes. It was a question of giving way completely to a restrained rage and a righteous anger; words had to be given to the silent. It was a question of keeping head up. It`s still the case: continuity. But today, Derousseau is going to look for this yesterday in another great taciturn.