Kantarama Gahigiri

When a murder is witnessed by millions around the world, society is forced to confront the moral issues raised by the creation of the first post-human.

1998, région du Kivu, à la frontière entre le Congo et le Rwanda. Alors que la deuxième guerre du Congo fait rage, le sergent Xavier, héros de guerre rwandais, et le jeune soldat Faustin perdent la trace de leur bataillon. Ils se retrouvent alors isolés et sans ressources pour faire face à la jungle la plus vaste, la plus dense, et la plus hostile du continent. Eprouvés par la faim, la soif et la maladie, ils devront faire face à leurs propres tourments, et à ceux d’un territoire ravagé par la violence.

There she stands, confidently, like a goddess of technological junk, surrounded by endless mountains of rubbish, plastic, stench and rare earths. Her accusations are angry, composed and to the point.

There she stands, confidently, like a goddess of technological junk, surrounded by endless mountains of rubbish, plastic, stench and rare earths. Her accusations are angry, composed and to the point.

There she stands, confidently, like a goddess of technological junk, surrounded by endless mountains of rubbish, plastic, stench and rare earths. Her accusations are angry, composed and to the point.

There she stands, confidently, like a goddess of technological junk, surrounded by endless mountains of rubbish, plastic, stench and rare earths. Her accusations are angry, composed and to the point.

There she stands, confidently, like a goddess of technological junk, surrounded by endless mountains of rubbish, plastic, stench and rare earths. Her accusations are angry, composed and to the point.

Stranded in space for thirty years. How does it feel to finally come home? A reflection about migration and the sense of belonging.