When Elisabeth, a woman of faith, host of a radio show on a Catholic radio station, devoted to her family and the suffering of the world, is confronted with the pedophilia of priests and the suicide of her son, belief gives way to rage and to violence.

Michel is a welder working at a shipyard in Brest. His wife died of cancer over a year ago and their 19-year-old son, Etienne, went to pieces and made off for Bogota. He hasn't been in touch for 6 months and Michel is desperate to find him. He leaves - without much money - arrives to Bogota and is mugged on the first day but manages to strike up a friendship with a Belgian girl who - reluctantly at first - helps him on his quest and eventually becomes a close friend. In an unbelievably short time, and following the flimsiest clues, he finds his son who has tried to find a new family among a white-clad Indian tribe in a near-accessible place. I won't spoil it by telling you any more - but there isn't much more.

Patrice's father was murdered in 1978. Time has done nothing to erase the pain, the anger, the questions and the regrets caused by the tragedy. Twelve years later, Patrice enrolls his son with him on a search about his past and his roots.

The evolution of the relationships within a family locked-up under military curfew, in a metaphorical situation, dealing with the nature of relationships in the patriarchy.