Documents the year of the nation's first sit-ins.

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After COVID-19, in the autumn, my grandmother returned to her old house, located in a neighborhood that had been awaiting demolition for years—a silent place covered in dust. There, she discovered her child’s diary, in which were recounted the mysteries of a bygone world and distant lands she had never heard of. Today, her child has also grown old, and many mysteries of the past have already been unraveled. Although the world is evolving at great speed, some things seem to remain motionless. Individual life is built through gaps and differences, but often, it lacks the time to be contemplated. When daily life is constantly dominated by the power of ideologies, what is left for the individual? 　　L’automne après le COVID, ma grand-mère est retournée dans sa vieille maison, située dans un quartier promis à la démolition depuis des années, un lieu silencieux et couvert de poussière. Là, elle a découvert le journal intime de son enfant, dans lequel étaient évoqués les mystères d’un monde passé et de pays lointains dont elle n’avait jamais entendu parler. Aujourd’hui, son enfant a pris de l’âge, et beaucoup de mystères du passé ont déjà trouvé leur réponse...

A moral adventure: one sees friendships being born and being discarded, under the pressure of avowed authorities such as the family and the prejudices it states, or unavowed as the economy that no individual alone expresses.

A string of strange occurrences prompt a dedicated office worker to investigate the nature of his self contained reality