Encounter between the son and the father of Le Vrai monde?. Thirty years have gone by. Alex is isolated in a deep silence. Claude visits him, takes care of him, washes him, and doesn't stop talking to him. In the middle of these streaming words, in the trough of a wave of violence, on the brink of forgiveness, Claude will find the foundation of his writing. The son facing the father, the father facing the son. Each of them alone with his hatred in front of the one who never understood him.

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« CLAUDE : […] You dared go to her funeral, acting like a grief-stricken widower, after spending your life parctically laughing in her face (…) || ALEX : The loss! You never wanted to see how muck I adored her, despite my shortcomings, may faults, and I could feel you fuming there beside me because I dared cry at her funeral. »