Six years after the birth of his first child, Gilles Pourtier delivers an intimate journey through the months that preceded him. Full-page black and white photographs function as clues to a transformation. They carry trivial memories and symbols, revealing, in filigree, the existential vertigo that prevails when one prepares to transmit life and therefore, the inevitability of death. They read like so many ultrasounds of this before, in which we meet children, adolescents and friends who are already parents. Gilles Pourtier frees himself from a painful story, that of a trying pregnancy. It is literally an introspective “echoing writing” that responds, in retrospect, to helpless empathy. This incommunicability is shared. t is expressed in the message he receives from the mother, as they are separated by a thousand kilometers: “If my tears flowed in your eyes” (si mes larmes coulaient dans tes yeux ) which he makes the starting point of the book.