A woman, hospitalized for a relatively long period, observes what surrounds her. Her room, the view of the city, the sky, the corridors, the elevators and the nursing staff. She listens to the sounds, different during the day than at night. She has time to dream, to revisit certain moments of her life. These memories, like small bubbles begin with her birth in Marseille in 1949 and bring us to Antwerp, Paris, New York, England… to end in Flanders in 2015, after she gets out of the hospital.
We never see this woman. We simply hear her voice telling us stories, moving, harsh, funny or sad, that have marked her life. “Il était un petit navire” is a filmic-biographical essay, sincere and poetic.