Home alone and abandoned in hospital, abandoned, forgotten and ignored, it is the "old", the "bulky" those we do not know what to do and become a real burden. They are compared with debris, are sitting on a wheelchair, dependent on foreigners in the hospital or in a nursing home to wash, pee, eat, try walking. A nothing pleases them, nothing gives them a smile: a smile, a short visit, a phone call, the little time they devote their deigns. They are entitled to the grumbling of some, the reprimands of others, are entitled to their picture in the paper when they become centenarians. Often they lose their heads, have clumsy gestures, smell bad, wear diapers: "The old, it stinks of death ...." On their return they dangled see that where they are is temporary, but they are the only ones to believe. Because age is difficult, it is with simple words, touching but also very realistic and a lot of humor that Marie-Sabine Roger knows how to touch the reader, put it face its responsibilities. It is a tribute rendered to Eliette, Leonard, Madame Augier, Mr. Pelletrie, Ms. Vivieux and all those who cross the path of old age.
