Algeria, at the end of wandering

At the start there is the plane, then the idea we have of the trip. A return to the roots, planned thanks to a documentary project and at the same time the feeling that we are going to discover many things buried so deeply that it is possible that they never existed. And, in fact, memory has faded, the past no longer exists. There remain sensations, noises, smells, images frozen somewhere within oneself from which one had never imagined that they could one day emerge. In Oran, an open and cosmopolitan city, this wandering was an initiatory journey.