June, 1988, the music festival in a high-rise block on the outskirts of Paris. A few young people talk about the vacation ahead. Among them there’s Yacine, 19 years old, of North African origins, and Johnny, a blond-haired, pale-skinned, slender guy.
Yacine can no long stand returning to his small hometown in Algeria and he swore he wouldn’t go there this year with his parents. Johnny doesn’t know the place and would love to go.
