Living in your own language, you could be in Catalonia or in Québec, it 's the same cultural identity question. By way of an epistolary exchange, two women give a testimony of their attachment to their own culture. In the background, the voice of Ernest, the true echo of the collective memory, joins the voices of children, who themselves find an incarnation in the present and the future. Isn't the path of correspondance also the one of creation ?