A mother remembers with rage and desperation the death of her son, killed a few days earlier by some fascists of that neighbourhood. And we are back on March 23rd, 2003, the last day spent with Davide Cesare (Dax:) a sunny morning, his chums hold his coffin, the funeral follows the rhythm of the church bells and the sounds of his beloved group, Banda Bassotti. And then, in the afternoon, with Davide still in our heart, another rite through the streets of Milan: an anti-fascism demonstration against the ones who have killed our friend and against the powerful people who cause wars. It is a moment of catharsis, the loss that can only elaborated with fire, putting Supremacy symbolically to death until the camera, left unwillingly on in its case, only shows a black drape and the last slogans.