The young writer Julia comes to Provence to visit her grandmother Janine, with whom trouble happened. She finds a diary addressed to her. Zhanina began to keep it, realizing that she was losing her memory. Zhanina imagines her memory as a cliff that the winds want to knock down. Like a rock that is undermined by every oncoming wave. And every morning for a month now, after washing the dishes and making the bed, Zhanina writes. Sitting down in front of a portrait of her adored granddaughter Julia. She writes so that her granddaughter knows where she comes from. And most importantly, to shed light on the secrets that torment Janine herself. To bear witness, to tell, and perhaps to forgive, as much as possible. When you die, most of all you feel sorry for those who remain, because part of their life goes away with you. The soulful, warm and full of sincerity narrative takes us to sunny Provence, filled with the subtle aromas of lavender and black truffles, the music of love and the atmosphere of half-forgotten secrets. One by one, the pages of the diary reveal to Julia the history of her family, full of drama and hope, love and treachery. Do we know those we love? Sitting in this room, she suddenly begins to doubt everything. After hesitating a little, unable to resist temptation, she feverishly turns the page. Diving into the past in the most unexpected way affects Julia’s life, radically changes it and gives forgiveness, inspiration and hope. This novel was written by Anne-Gael with special warmth in memory of her beloved grandmother. She adapts to its rhythm, her chest relaxes. She hovers somewhere between heaven and earth, in the very heart of benevolent nature, which caresses her like a mother. Julia could have stayed here for centuries.