A story harrowing write to the first person. Wassyla, daughter of one family of leading citizens we narrate page after
page “this Algeria who was their France”. A girlhood happy and almost golden who go stop of one shot in 1957 with the assasinate of his father by a young military of FLN. This breach of honnor don’t empeach Wassyla to continue to illustionnate on the utopia of this Algeria. The narrative tempt of live in the painful duality, this is the independance closely linked to the french
culture letting by the colonization years. Wassyla, lawyer live today in Algeria. She leads of many fights of the equality of womens, the secularity, the democracy and obviously the euromediteraean culture. A
country who has led to all those who like her, who are lived in this country and are leaved, a truly nostalgia, a truly hurt. Corbu.