La guerre n’a pas un visage de femme

"From now on, you're one of us. You're like us, a girl from the frontt."

From all over the country, dressed in floral dresses and light-colored kerchiefs on their heads, former comrades from the front gather in the privacy of a communal apartment, amidst the many sinks, hot-water tanks, gas stoves and drying laundry. In the spring of 1975, a young journalist has come to record their testimonies on a tape recorder.

We then penetrate, into an ignored world... an isolated continent where within live women gifted with their own memory. Hell cannot be told, or even imagined, so only they can understand themselves.

From the moment of the Nazi invasion in 1941, thousands of young girls enlisted to defend their country. As they tell their stories, history gradually becomes "humanized". The room is filled with smells and colors, and seems to travel back in time. They are reborn to themselves. They have been silent for so long that even their silence has become history.

"I write not the history of war or of the state, but the history of men and women, thrown by their times into the epic depths of a colossal event."