A road movie like the Paris-Dakar but without the prizeSEE FILM
A tale told backwards about a broken friendship between African migrants in Europe. Matar is a teacher and author of Wolof-Spanish dictionaries and Eliou is the driver that takes him back home, from Barcelona to Dakar. We followed them in their journey. Together we travel through the vast plains of Spain, crossing the Mediterranean Sea, Morocco and Western Sahara, meeting Africans waiting for their chance to cross the European walls. When the van crashes on a lonely road in Mauritania, odd things start to happen between us. The original story of homecoming transforms into a complex and sensitive portrayal of troubled companionship and lost friendship.
20 hours of deserts, dunes, roads… Shaky camera in middle of nowhere… 6119 Km in 4 days 1529 Km per day… Barcelona, Algeciras, Tanger, Rabat, Marrakeash, Agadir, Dakhla… Noandhibou, Noakchott, Rosso, St. Louis… Dakar
I wanted to film a road movie like the Paris-Dakar race without the prize… A Senegalese returns home… the reverse journey done by cayucos crossing the Sea and the Desert… …showing the Africans that nevers crossed Europe…
My hero told: My mouth is my mouth, your mouth is your mouth. My mouth will never be your mouth. Your mouth will never be my mouth… So you’ll never speak with your mouth like it is my mouth.
In Senegal there is a saying. If you travel in a long with a stranger… He becomes your friend. And if you travel in a long journey with a friend he becomes a stranger. My hero says that Africa is the future and Europe is death.
Night falls in Tanger. The Marocain police detaines us in the checkpoint and seize the car for impoundement They’re 2 options, we go back to Ceuta or Melilla… Matar distrusts Arabs. He says: ‘I’m black, they don’t’
Next day, they leave down south and our Cameraman stays in Marrakesh. We continue the trip in public bus without Matar… 5 Lt. of water, a map of Morocco A lantern without batteries. A melted chocolate and a boiled egg…
We’re in a taxi heading to Mauritania. The driver looks like a clon of Morgan Freeman. We ask if he knows him. He doesn’t answer… He answers back in Arabic: ‘We’re in Ramadan’
"Ask for forgiveness, not permission." Herzog
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