Now, in this film, which won the Golden Bear at the Berlinale, there are indeed impressive, moving scenes. When the young, vaguely traumatized, Israeli emigrated Yoav (Tom Mercier) breathlessly rushes through his new hometown of Paris, saying newly learned French vocabulary and synonyms while looking only at the cobblestones and never up at the magnificent buildings, then the blurred hand camera amplifies this wild, restless, unfulfilled heart, and one follows it spellbound. And one does not forget as soon as Yoav sits in an integration course to gain French citizenship, and the martial Marseillaise so exaggerated loud that it makes one shudder. After all, it is the offensively exposed corporeality, the sexual desire, the suppressed violence, the pornographic decisiveness of some attitudes that stick to one another.