Five women and a young man, who had seen it all, returned from his wars and battles, finally home, lying there in the house, now exhausted by the road and life, sleeping peacefully or dying, nothing else, returned to his starting point to die there.

They had been waiting for him for a long time, years, always the same story, and they never thought they would see him alive again, they despaired of ever hearing from him, no letters, no postcards, never, no sign that could reassure them or make them give up waiting for good.
Today, will they finally get a few words, the life they dreamed of, the truth?
Once again, for the last time, they fight to share the remains of love, tearing each other apart for exclusive tenderness. We would like to know.

Jean-Luc Lagarce, 1994