Initially, there is silence. That of Malek, the father of the filmmaker, who for years said nothing about his childhood in Algeria. And then, the need to break out of the silence, with a scenario that he offers his children, to start telling his story.

Several years later, the father and daughter finally make the trip to Mansourah, his native village: to see his house again, to meet other men who have experienced the same heartbreak. Little by little, the film reveals what Malek, like many others, has long killed. During the war, more than two million people were displaced by the French Army and regrouped in camps or villages. An uprooting hitherto hidden from historical memory, because if the fact is documented it remains largely ignored, in France, but also in Algeria. It is therefore above all a matter of transmitting, by collecting the word, to begin to understand the extent of the upheavals caused by the regroupings in the countryside. Seizing the language of cinema, the language transmitted to her by her father, Dorothée-Myriam Kellou thus undertakes to fill the family silences and the gaps of history.