Florent Klockenbring

Djibril is in his early twenties, his pockets are empty, the girl he loves didn’t want a child of him, his mother is too symbiotic and his mixed-raced father never left Africa to meet him, his desires are as strong as the abysses that haunt him. Without a warning, he leaves the idyll deep in the countryside and flees to Marseille to meet an old friend and his son, find a job in the port city in full reconstruction, dream of leaving for Africa in the footsteps of his own story, and ours.

Karim lives in Brest and works at the local airport. Every two years he returns to Ouagadougou, to be with his family and friends, do some business. Confront those who never left. Whether they want it or not, all of them carry the madness of a world split into two. The film places itself by their side, at this very breakpoint.

Djibril is in his early twenties, his pockets are empty, the girl he loves didn’t want a child of him, his mother is too symbiotic and his mixed-raced father never left Africa to meet him, his desires are as strong as the abysses that haunt him. Without a warning, he leaves the idyll deep in the countryside and flees to Marseille to meet an old friend and his son, find a job in the port city in full reconstruction, dream of leaving for Africa in the footsteps of his own story, and ours.

Karim lives in Brest and works at the local airport. Every two years he returns to Ouagadougou, to be with his family and friends, do some business. Confront those who never left. Whether they want it or not, all of them carry the madness of a world split into two. The film places itself by their side, at this very breakpoint.