France, travel by sea, the scent of the mulberries in Lavilledieu, steam trains, Helène's voice. Hervé Joncour continued to tell her life, like never, in his life he had done. "This is not a novel. And not even a story. This is a story. Start with a man who crosses the world, and ends with a lake that stands there, on a day of wind. Man is called Hervé Joncour . The lake is not known. "