Inside a café-restaurant called Le Monde, time seems suspended. The place is filled with people from different backgrounds and generations, each immersed in their own private world. At the center of the café, a birthday celebration is taking place — laughter, cake, and colorful decorations fill the room. But in the background, a silent television screen broadcasts images of the war in Gaza. No one notices. In one quiet corner sits an elderly man with his daughter. He is the only one who watches the images unfold on the screen. As the celebration reaches its peak, the daughter hands him a cane. Only then do we realize that the man is blind. Without saying a word, the two quietly exit the café. The music, joy, and noise continue as if nothing happened. Le Monde is a poetic reflection on indifference, memory, and the violence of silence. It poses a powerful question: in a world full of distractions, who still dares to see — or feel — the truth?