When, one day, Simon Rosenberg, watching the news on television, finds that the centenary of the First World War is being celebrated, he painfully remembers that he did it... And since much more than a hundred years have passed, he wonders if perhaps Don't be one of the last survivors, look at the last who... you know? So he decides to show himself and talk to the press, he is alone, his children, his wife, died a long time ago, it hurts everywhere, he wants to leave this world... But he is afraid. These celebrations awakened in him the smell of burned human flesh, mangled bodies, crying, incessant bombardments, men who go mad, that suffering that comes from the brain and guts and prevents him from sleeping for years. Simon who lives, lonely, for so long, entangled in his guilt for having survived hell, with the only company of a television and a nurse who comes by twice a day. Simon, who cannot die, as if something were keeping him alive, as if he wanted to testify for posterity. Yes Simon wants to spill, but the biggest fear of him is...