Part of the Chris Marker World Wide Web Site. Written by Adrian Miles. This is the story of a man, marked by an image from his childhood. Parents used to take their children there to watch the departing planes. On this particular Sunday, the child whose story we are telling was bound to remember the frozen sun, the setting at the end of the jetty, and a woman's face.
Nothing sorts out memories from ordinary moments.
Later on they do claim remembrance when they show their scars. That face he had seen was to be the only peacetime image to survive the war. The sudden roar, the woman's gesture, the crumpling body, and the cries of the crowd on the jetty blurred by fear. Later, he knew he had seen a man die. And sometime after came the destruction of Paris.