This film is composed of fragments escaped from Qu’ils reposent en révolte (Des figures de Guerres). Fragments of voices, laughter and rage, snatches of words, images and memory, the words near and far; the breathe of the wind, the gesture of the sun at the sunset, the reflections red-blood; the raids of the police, processions, warriors, court of injustice ... For a map of the violence inflicted on migrants, the repetition of the colonial movement, and the unacceptability of the “world as it is”.

Melilla, a Spanish enclave in Morocco, is a land border between the African continent and Europe. In transit through the city, Malik and his friends, miners of Moroccan origin, try to reach Europe by any means necessary. Day after night, they are up to no good, running the city in all directions, turning it upside down like a glove, like seismographs revealing the most burning present like the movements of the most distant past, taking all the risks to cross the barriers, to cross the waters of the port, climbing on the boats… Stay there, as if dead before being born? Rather "burn the sea" than die before having lived.

Nonon is an orphan who left Mali and the Kaye region at the age of 14 to go to Europe, and who is today, after crossing the desert, in transit in the mountains of Morocco. We discover his terrible living conditions in the forests surrounding Nador, his daily life as well as that of sub-Saharans, the different paths they can take to get around the ban on entering the city of Nador, to escape the multiple roundups, the destruction of the camps in the mountains... Finally, we see the barrier crossed...