When one has survived a terrible accident mine that killed more than 1,000 dead and the Great War, it was reasons to want to forget.
Then, after an injury, Alfred decides to feign amnesia. Adam renamed it vivotera for a few years in the Paris of the Roaring Twenties before joining his native North to occupy a man's job to do everything in a tavern. He will rebuild it and will settle accounts with this life doubly broken.
A beautiful evocation of the North that rises as it can to the output of the first world war. A hymn to life enamelled of humor that resonates for small, non-grade, "forgotten".