This is my story: It took me months to admit that I had been raped!

Nora is 26 when, during a film shoot in Italy, a member of the crew rapes her. Faced with the incomprehension of those around her, she locks herself in denial. And this silence makes her sink.

The sky was clear, blue as far as the eye could see, reaching the sea at our feet. The terrace of the bed and breakfast that hosted the team overlooked the Amalfi Coast. At 26, it was my first shoot as an assistant director, and the morning of our last day on location should have been perfect. Except something was wrong. I had body aches, a headache from hell. I put it down to my hangover and tried to piece together my memories of the night before. We had celebrated our last filmed sequence: copiously, given my condition. But how, where, with whom? Can't remember. “Wow, my hair is growing in my head this morning!!! » : that was Antoine, always very colorful when he speaks. Our sound engineer. I had spotted as soon as I checked in, he made me laugh. Not necessarily handsome, but big enough to overcome my shyness. I had just broken up, and letting myself be teased by a pretty sure guy made me feel good. But when his lips land on my cheek, images of the day before arise.