Synopsis

He was two kids, three kids, a hundred thousand kids in a garden, in Seine-Saint-Denis, for example. The kids are big now. They lost the garden of that childhood, which a supermarket, cities, parking lots covered. Some of them start to write, others to fly, still others to do nothing, some also to no longer know how to hold on. How to find, find again the ways to hold and climb facing (s) to the wind, new and old ways, which are perhaps life itself, its nascent dawn.