A political thriller disguised as a personal quest. Or vice versa. On the surface of things, a filmmaker returns to her past: an exciting past in Paris, in May and June 1968.
In the midst of an idyllic bohemian life in the Latin-quarter, her home was suddenly raided by police and by the intelligence services, and her parents ‘captured’ (in her imagination: by the Gestapo). In fact, they were arrested, taken away for interrogation and then expelled from France. Her father- a writer - lost all his manuscripts; the family lost all their possessions. They were taken to the border with no more than the clothes they were wearing at the time. No papers, no suitcases. Somehow, they were too hot to handle. Expelled from their lives, the family – stigmatized and under continuing police scrutiny - rebuilt a simulacrum of life from scratch, in a new country. No serious attempt was made to recover all that was lost. The events were buried and the family ‘moved on’. But there was something hidden away and unclear, eating away at the core. Eventually, the family fell apart.