July 23rd 1961 is a night of retaliation, a night when the dogs are let loose. Later it will be called “Night of the Paratroopers”. For a few hours, Metz will be on fire and blood, barbarian. Because for months the FLN has been organizing there. Because the paratroopers are bored and need action. Because the Algerian war resounds here and because the French and Arabs are watching each other suspiciously in a climate of constant racial tension. And that night the fate of the anonymous people that Pierre Hanot has decided to look into is at stake: there are hopes and deveins, room mates, conversations at the factory, evenings at the dancehall... Little things that make up these lives of 1961, upset that night by the blows of History.