I work with words and with silence. With the unspoken. With secrets, regrets, shame. With the irrevocable, with the disappearing, with memories. I work with the pain of yesterday and the pain of today. With revelations. And with the fear of death. All this is part of my profession. But if there is something in my work that continues to surprise, even amaze me, something that even today, after more than ten years of practice, sometimes makes me shiver. breathing, then this is undoubtedly the longevity of the pain experienced in childhood. The burning sensation of a wound that has not healed for many years. The bitterness of resentment that cannot be erased from memory.

Speech therapist Jerome is trying to help an elderly lady named Misha, who is losing her words day after day. But something else haunts Misha: she never thanked the couple who saved her during the Second World War. She doesn’t even know their last names, but asks her pupil Marie to place an ad in the newspaper. Is there a chance that Misha will still be able to find these people and express her gratitude? And will she have enough words for this?