Lo Thivolle

In Oujda, there is a forest populated by Migrant. In this forest we try to meet. In the darkness, it is our shadows that we meet.

From the outside we can not see anything, inside we hear everything. In the distance the roads are closed, when closely open the possibilities.

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Boureima, from Niger, met Lo Thivolle at university in Toulouse. Later, they met up again, on the bench of a public square, where the former rules as “King of the foreigners, those who live on the streets like we live in a house” in front of the camera of the latter, who writes his film Dark on Dark, walking, in the “flow of days.”

There is a window. There is the lack of love. And there is the real, stronger than all.

In Oujda, there is a forest populated by Migrant. In this forest we try to meet. In the darkness, it is our shadows that we meet.

From the outside we can not see anything, inside we hear everything. In the distance the roads are closed, when closely open the possibilities.

No synopsis available yet.

No synopsis available yet.

Boureima, from Niger, met Lo Thivolle at university in Toulouse. Later, they met up again, on the bench of a public square, where the former rules as “King of the foreigners, those who live on the streets like we live in a house” in front of the camera of the latter, who writes his film Dark on Dark, walking, in the “flow of days.”

There is a window. There is the lack of love. And there is the real, stronger than all.