Yes! What do you dream about when you were 16 years old and went to a beach resort in Normandy in the 1980s? Best friend? A lifelong youth contract? Do you agree to arrive on a boat or motorcycle? Live fast? No. You dream of death. Because you can’t get a bigger kick than dying. And that’s why you save it until the end. The summer vacation has just begun and this story tells how Alexis grew up alone.