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September 1938: in a heatwave, Europe tensely awaits the outcome of the Munich conference. In Paris people are waiting too, among them Mathieu, Jacques and Philippe - not one of them ready to fight. Cutting from one scene to the next, Sartre depicts the hopes, fears and self-deception of Munich, building a powerful montage of that critical week when Europe, in its pathetic longing for a reprieve, blinkered itself against the threat of war.
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