Entre quatre murs humides et lourds, dans la pénombre, les deux hommes se guettent. Ils attendent d'être sauvés. dans l'obscurité de plus en plus épaisse, ils ne cessent de se chercher l'un l'autre, à demi-mot ou à grand cris, afin que le silence ne les efface pas. Jusqu'à ce que la parole se change en corps-à-corps éperdu....

One is English, the other is French. They belong to enemy worlds, to the same twilight, and have no means of understanding each other. Between four heavy, humid walls, in the darkness, two men are watching each other. They are waiting to be saved. Though the light is getting darker and darker, they keep looking around for each other, whispering or shouting, so that the silence doesn't erase them. Until speaking becomes a desperate clinch...