Naomi Fontaine writes a long letter to Shuni, a Quebecker who has come to her community to help the Innu. She summons history. The faces of her mother, father and grandmother appear. She takes the opportunity to speak to Petit ours, her son. The landscapes of Uashat flash by, fragmented and radiant. She recounts the doubts that undermine the hearts of the colonized, the impossible struggle to be oneself. Shuni, this fragile, tender letter, speaks of the strength to invent the future, the light of truth. Life is a circle where everything begins again.