Les perdants n'écrivent pas l'histoire

This is the story of a far away war. It's also a story of hope. But what can be done, when the story is shattered to pieces ? How can the puzzle of a tragedy be patched back together ? What we would need is a time-machine. A photograph on which each face would recall its own memory. A small black and white photograph. A group portrait. Thirteen men and two women stare at us. Their youth is about to fade away. They pose in front of a café. On a sign, someone has written : Long live the Spanish Republic. They have faith in History. But maybe, History will have the last word...

A time-machine or maybe a photograph.