A lost corner of the South of France, between the sea and the mountains. Yet it is Haiti that is at the heart of this novel where the dialogues take on the appearance of soliloquies and where trials do not take place before a jury. Relentlessly, Marie-Célie Agnant provokes meetings between an executioner and his victim, between a woman and a man, a tête-à-tête from which no one will emerge unscathed.

Years after the Duvalier regime, the wounds are still as raw. To heal them, some have chosen exile, others, oblivion. Each time, one must leave, leave for somewhere else that is often within oneself. But memory watches, burning. So, one must speak, express the pain, find the words again. This is what Antoine will do, hoping to finally find peace at the end of a long wandering.

"What did you think? That you were part of the chosen race and that you would never have to answer for anything? That you would sleep without ever worrying in the cozy warmth of your bed? That you would enjoy until the end the peaceful sleep of the just, to die a beautiful death? Nothing to say Rosa? Astonishing. Then, I will speak without ever stopping and you will listen to me."