Histoire de mes cheveux ended with a shot where I found myself locked in a concentration camp. I had said shortly before that I was glad I finally arrived home. A song of hope, however, echoed with a fantasized happy ending (Hollywood kiss) and a song that heralded spring. In reality the film did not end there. There was a second part to this story. The first tells the story of the condemned man, the second that of the survivor. And so the film had to start with a scene that could never be shot where I was escaping from the camp.