In Algeria, Youcef escapes from a psychiatric asylum at the gates of the desert. He was a fighter and today, years later, he believes he is still a prisoner of the French army. He joins what he thinks is his maquis. He finds the bones of his companions, buries them and promises to go to their families, one after the other, to salute their memory. He goes underground and makes rapid incursions into the villages. He is seized by what he sees there. Young people queuing for bread, former FLN leaders lodging in the villas of settlers and farm workers mistreated by Algerian foremen. As for the women, although they participated in a decisive way in the liberation of the country, they are now cloistered or forced to advance in masks. When it will be discovered by the authorities, Youcef will not be able to believe that thirty years have passed. It will be necessary to eliminate this embarrassment...