The ocean fills the screen. It will be in almost every shot here, most often immense, unmissable. After establishing his rhythm, in long fixed shots allowing all the variations of shimmering and changes in luminosity to unfold, Vadim Kostrov welcomes a couple of Russian friends into his film, who have come to visit him in France. Their conversations are almost inaudible, melted into the murmur of the sea they are contemplating: a way of interweaving human history with the environment it inhabits, of giving the sound of the waves and the expression of a voice equal dignity. Landscape as a resource in the face of uprooting.