June 18th, 1815. A man peers from a promontory at the butcher shop on the plain of Waterloo, he is exhausted, has lost everything. From Waterloo, he will never rise again. From then on, history is full of Waterloos, personal or collective. The nocturnal city, a place of ghosts and apparitions, is the hallucinated battlefield of an exhausted Napoleon but perhaps not yet entirely broken. In his nocturnal wandering, the genesis of a defeat is marked step by step, which from personal becomes universal. The moist eye of our Napoleon, tenderly desperate, meets the tangible signs of the near end of our society. But after all, it is a cyclical story of eternal returns of Waterloo followed by Marengo... and so on, for eternity.




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