Honoré Berrier

Anton is about 15 years old. He observes. Alone. A phosphorescent green trail descends from the rocky plateaus and flows over the city. No one notices. Not even Kata and her gang, who run, tag, sing, scream. Anton dreams of joining them.

Mia, now a grandmother, thinks back to her teenage years, particularly to an evening in the countryside with friends, a memory she cherishes fondly. She then decides to write a letter to her granddaughter, Sophie, encouraging her to embrace life with joy.