Chapter XIV – Kara Tepe – Lesvos

I was in France, working on the first part of the documentary, editing recording voice over, translating interview etc… I was also planning the second part, looking at the different place I would go and how to get there when Fred from HSA called me.

He asked me to come back here in Kara Tepe, Lesvos to continue the documentation and video work I started there by winter 2015. 
As soon as possible I booked a flight and leave for the island.

Somehow I knew that the things were different there now that the EU-Turkish deal was in place, but I didn’t expect the things to be so drastically changed. I arrived on Lesvos few days after the Fred call and met him and David at the Mytilini airport. They drove me straight to the camp to show me how it has evolved over the last few months. First, the place looked the same to me, I even met some good friend I made across the volunteers of the camp last winter like Sara who was still working there, but soon I realized how much everything has changed: new infrastructures, new offices, sanitary area etc … The camp was now turned into something new: a long-term humanity base. And as the people couldn’t move further anymore due to the deal, they were staying and living here.

First I felt strange experiencing this kind of “neighborhood atmosphere”, Kara Tepe was really feeling even like a Holliday camp kind of … Everyone was smiling, the kids were running and playing all over the place… Cinema screening and activities such as football and kindergarten were happening every day … You could not feel the stress and the pressure that we were experiencing last winter when the boats were still arriving every day. And it was strange not to feel this tension, not to expect the phone to ring at any moment to warn you that a boat was arriving. To not be in “emergency mode” was disturbing as you would feel everything was alright but though, the work was still crucial and of course, to not have boat arrivals didn’t mean we had nothing to do …

Between school, food distribution, close distribution, sorting and storing donations etc … Many things were still needed. We weren’t facing an emergency humanitarian crisis anymore but were running a long-term support for the thousand people stacked there.
Of course they couldn’t move, but still, they needed a place to live by the time they’re waiting. And our work was to make the life less difficult for everyone and to sustainably make them passing through the process of getting the asylum. So we were working every day … Little by little … Slowly but surely we were sustaining the effort.

Our tasks were basically the same than the last winter but they were taking a different form. The food distribution was for example driven by Sara. She was one of the most devoted person I ever met and she was doing everything she could for the people of the camp. Then she had the idea to change the process of the food distribution, and to make it easier for the refugees, she organized a daily door to door food distribution service.
And it was way better than just delivering the meal in front of a queue of starving people, it was way more exhausting of course, as we were carrying heavy food boxes all over the camp, but at the end, everyone was happier this way. We were getting to know our people better, they were glad we were going to them. And I think this was one of the things that was making the difference between our group and the other NGO in place.
We were going to them.

Also, the clothes distribution was not a mess anymore as we were delivering the goods based on a appointments schedule so that we would focus on fewer people every day but we would be able to respond to their needs more efficiently. One of my other task in the camp was to take over the French lessons in the school HSA was running. Indeed, African people were among the refugees and were also asking for education. Then I met their kids and started to teach them every day trying to cover the whole spectrum of the basic education. It’s weird to realize how useful your knowledge can be as little as it is.
I never expected to be a teacher but I discovered myself a new utility that could make a change in these people lives. And it’s funny to think that you could never be a teacher in France without at least a master or something similar while here, the little you know makes you running classes of writing, mathematics, geography etc …

And I was also driving unofficial French lessons for Arabic speakers, working hard to make it through Arabic, English and French. 

And for an entire month, while working hard to make the life in the camp sustainable, I discovered how the crisis changed and how the EU-Turkish deal had an impact on people life. I realized the difference between helping in an emergency situation and a long-term humanitarian support which is completely different but as important and crucial.

For an entire month, I realized we were not only helping the “refugees”: we were living with them. They were part of our lives, part of the people we were seeing all day long. They were friends. And it was tricky to keep the distinction clear as you were willing to spend some time with them, just enjoying spending good moments and to get closer to them … but you also had to keep in mind that you couldn’t get too close … you had to keep a gap and to stay neutral. They were still “refugees” and you were still “humanitarian volunteer” and that meant you had responsibilities towards them. 

This was a pain and a difficult thing to do. We were so close to them, doing so many things together, drawing, swimming, singing, gardening, learning, joking … well, basically all the good things you’re doing in the life with the people you love BUT you were not allowed to see them as your friends as for the NGO’s they were first “people in need” that we were helping.

I’d say that this situation made me question myself on how important was the human relation through a crisis like this. I asked myself if it was possible to help people with humanity. To help “your friends” passing through a critical situation and to be fair enough to be equal with everyone. 

I think it’s one of the most tricky things in the humanitarian work.

Chapitre XIV – Kara Tepe – Lesbos

J’étais en France, travaillant sur la première partie du documentaire (montage, voix-off, traduction etc …) tout en planifiant la deuxième partie du parcours (de ce projet qui maintenant était devenu bien plus que son but initial), regardant les différents endroits où j’irais etc . lorsque je reçu l’appel de Fred, de HSA me demandant de revenir ici à Kara Tepe, Lesbos pour continuer la documentation et le travail vidéo que j’avais commencé par l’hiver 2015.
Aussitôt que possible, j’ai réservé un vol et parti pour l’île.
D’une certaine manière, je savais que les choses étaient différentes là-bas maintenant que l’accord UE-Turquie était en place, mais je ne m’attendais pas à ce qu’elles le soient si drastiquement. Je suis arrivé à Lesbos quelques jours après l’appel de Fred; lui et David son venue me chercher à l’aéroport de Mytilini. Ils m’ont conduit directement au camp pour me montrer comment il avait évolué au cours des derniers mois. Tout d’abord, l’endroit m’a semblé le même, j’ai même rencontré de bons amis qui étaient déjà présents l’hiver dernier comme Sara, Shareen etc . mais bientôt j’ai compris combien tout avait changé: nouvelles infrastructures, nouveaux bureaux, nouvelles zones sanitaires, etc. …. Le camp avait été transformé en quelque chose de nouveau: une base humanitaire à long terme. Et comme les gens ne pouvaient plus bouger davantage en raison du nouveau deal, ils restaient et vivaient ici.


D’abord, je trouvais étonnante, cette sorte d’atmosphère de quartier; Kara Tepe faisait même penser (à première vue) a un genre de centre de vacances … Tout le monde était souriant, les enfants couraient et jouaient partout … Cinéma en plein air et activités telles que le football et la maternelle se produisaient chaque jour … Vous ne pouviez pas ressentir le stress et la pression que nous éprouvions l’hiver dernier lorsque les bateaux arrivaient tous les jours. Et c’était étrange de ne pas ressentir cette tension, de ne pas s’attendre à ce que le téléphone sonne à tout moment pour vous avertir qu’un bateau arrivait. Ne pas être en «mode d’urgence» était dérangeant car c’était comme si tout allait bien alors que le travail était encore crucial et, bien sûr, ne pas avoir d’arrivées de bateaux ne signifiait pas que nous n’avions rien à faire …
Entre l’école, la distribution rapprochée des aliments, le tri et le stockage des dons, etc. Beaucoup de choses étaient encore nécessaires. Nous n’Etions plus confrontés à une crise humanitaire d’urgence, mais nous soutenions à long terme les milliers de personnes qui étaient bloqués, cloitres dans le camp.
Bien sûr, ils ne pouvaient pas bouger, mais ils avaient toujours besoin d’un endroit pour vivre le temps d’obtenir leur statut de demandeur d’asile. Et notre travail était de rendre la vie moins difficile pour tout le monde et de les faire passer durablement et surement dans le processus d’obtention de l’asile. Nous travaillions tous les jours … petit à petit … Lentement, mais sûrement, nous soutenions l’effort.
Nos tâches étaient fondamentalement les mêmes que le dernier hiver, mais elles adoptaient une forme différente. La distribution alimentaire été conduite par Sara (l’une des personnes les plus dévouées que j’ai pu rencontrer le long de la route) et elle faisait tout ce qu’elle pouvait (littéralement, elle venait de donner un an de sa vie) pour les gens du camp. Pour eux, elle avait eu l’idée de changer le processus de distribution des aliments, et pour faciliter leurs vies, elle avait organisé un service quotidien de distribution de nourriture de porte à porte.
Et c’était bien mieux que de livrer le repas devant une file d’attente de personnes affamées; bien plus épuisant, bien sûr, car nous transportions de lourdes boîtes alimentaires partout dans le camp, mais à la fin, tout le monde était plus heureux de cette façon. Nous connaissions mieux les gens, ils étaient heureux. Et je pense que c’était l’une des choses qui faisaient la différence entre notre groupe et les autres ONG’s en place.
Nous allions à eux.
We were going to them.


En outre, la distribution des vêtements n’était plus le bordel que nous avions connu puisque nous livrions les marchandises en fonction d’un calendrier des rendez-vous afin de se concentrer sur moins de personnes chaque jour, mais d’être en mesure de répondre plus efficacement à leurs besoins.
Une de mes autres tâches dans le camp était de me charger des leçons de français dans l’école d’HSA. En effet, des Africains (Cameroun, Centrafrique, RDC) étaient parmi les réfugiés et demandaient également des études. J’ai rencontré leurs enfants et commencé à leur apprendre chaque jour à essayer de couvrir tout le spectre de l’éducation de base. C’est étrange de se rendre compte de l’utilité de votre connaissance (aussi mediocre soit-elle).
Je ne m’étais encore jamais attendu à être un enseignant, mais je me suis decouvert une nouvelle utilité qui pouvait changer, à son échelle, le mode de vie de ces personnes. C’est amusant de penser que jamais je n’aurais pu être professeur en France sans au moins un MASTER ou quelque chose de semblable, alors que le peu que je connaissais ici, me faisait mener des cours d’écriture, de mathématiques, de géographie, etc.
Et je donnais également des leçons de français hors classe pour les arabophones, travaillant dur pour faire ma soupe entre l’Arabe, l’Anglais et le Français.
Pendant plus d’un mois, tout en travaillant dur pour rendre la vie dans le camp meilleure et durable, j’ai découvert comment la crise avait changé et comment l’accord UE-Turquie avait impacté sur la vie des gens. Je me suis rendu compte de la différence entre aider dans une situation d’urgence et supporter un travail humanitaire à long terme: deux choses complètement différentes, mais aussi importante et cruciale.

Pendant un mois entier, j’ai compris qu’il n’était plus seulement question d’aider les «réfugiés»: nous vivions avec eux. Ils faisaient partie de nos vies, une partie des gens que nous voyions toute la journée. C’étaient nos amis et, il était délicat de garder une distinction claire car vous étiez disposé à passer du temps avec eux, tout simplement en profitant de bons moments, à vous rapprocher d’eux … mais vous deviez garder à l’esprit que vous ne pouviez pas être trop proche … garder un ” espace ” et rester neutre. Ils étaient encore «réfugiés» et vous étiez toujours «volontaire humanitaire» et cela signifiait que vous aviez des responsabilités à leur égard.

C’était douloureux parfois et souvent, une chose difficile à faire. Nous étions tellement proches d’eux, faisions tant de choses ensemble, dessiner, nager, chanter, jardiner, apprendre, blaguer … bref, toutes les bonnes choses qu’on fait dans la vie avec les gens qu’on aime, a la différence qu’ici, vous n’étiez pas autorisé à les considérer- comme vos amis: pour les ONG, ils étaient d’abord des «personnes dans le besoin» que nous devions aider.

Je dirais que cette situation m’a permis de me questionner sur l’importance de la relation humaine lors d’une crise comme celle-ci. Ça m’a fait me demander s’il était possible d’aider les gens avec humanité sans perdre notre efficacité. Pour aider «vos amis» à traverser une situation critique, d’être juste et équitable à tous. Peut-on aider une personne qu’on aime comme on aide le dernier des connards?

Je pense que c’est l’une des choses les plus difficiles dans le travail humanitaire.

Chapter XII – Valence – France

After roughly 8 months on the roads through the different countries related to the migration crisis, I finally end up going back to France. Being back to the safety and the “civilization” as we used to see it…
But something changed, and I wasn’t really the same than I was before.

First, I had to go back because of conferences and workshops I needed to run in High Schools around Valence in the Drome region. I had never though I was about to tell my story and to talk about what I was doing this way. Basically, it wasn’t the goal of my project and I was more inclined to DO things instead of talking about, but I also realized it was an important thing to do specifically with students who were in the age of thinking by themselves and building the world of tomorrow.

And to interact with them made me realized how much they all wanted to help but how lost they were regarding the practical ways to actually do it (exactly like me when I first leave to start the project). I was amazed by the faith they had in the future, but at the meantime the sadness and the weakness they were feeling regarding their own capacity to make a change.


20160407_201326With Elodie, Cecile and few other good and active people of the region, we ran a couple of these conferences to raise awareness across the students and it was so successful that we start building a long term collaboration to continue to have a link with the school and to run this interaction for the year to come.
And I’m thankful to them, as they all helped me realized that, more than experiencing the crisis in the field and making relevant things on the ground, it was also crucial to share these experiences with the ones that, tomorrow, would be the citizen of the world.

Chapitre XII – Valence – France

Après environ 8 mois sur les routes à travers les différents pays liés à la crise migratoire, j’ai fini par revenir en France. Retrouvant la sécurité et à la «civilisation» comme nous la imaginions …

Mais quelque chose avait changé, et je n’étais pas vraiment le même qu’avant.

Tout d’abord, je devais rentrer au pays en raison de conférences et d’ateliers que je devais mener dans des lycées autour de Valence dans la région de la Drôme. Je n’avais jamais imaginé que j’étais sur le point de raconter mon histoire et de parler de ce que je faisais de cette façon. Fondamentalement, ce n’était pas l’objectif de mon projet et j’étais plus enclin à “faire” des choses concrètes plutôt que d’en parler, mais je me suis également rendu compte que c’était une démarche importante à faire spécifiquement avec les étudiants qui étaient à l’âge de penser par eux-mêmes et de construire le Monde de demain.


Et d’interagir avec eux me fit me rendre compte qu’ils voulaient tous aider, mais qu’ils leur manquaient les informations et la pratique pour le faire (exactement comme moi lorsque je suis partis pour commencer le projet). J’étais émerveillée par la foi qu’ils avaient dans l’avenir, mais en même temps, par la tristesse et la faiblesse qu’ils éprouvaient à propos de leur propre capacité à changer les choses.



Avec Élodie, Cecile et quelques autres personnes fondamentalement bonnes et actives de la région, nous avons organisé quelques-unes de ces conférences pour sensibiliser les étudiants et devant le retour des jeunes, devant l’intérêt et la demande générale, nous avons choisi de lancer une collaboration à long terme pour continuer à avoir un lien entre ce projet et l’école pour exécuter cette interaction pour l’année à venir.
Et je les remercie, car ils m’ont tous aidé à constater que, plus que l’expérience de la crise sur le terrain est la réalisation de choses qui, certes ne meraitaient aucun discours ou quoique se soit de plus … il était également crucial de partager ces expériences avec ceux qui, demain, seraient les citoyen du monde.


Chapter XXII – Ganges – France

Being back to tranquility is an unpleasant feeling.

I mean, of course, I enjoy resting and having the time to settle down and to breath for a while but knowing what’s going on in the other places I belong to is a knife straight in the heart. I can’t stop thinking about everyone and I can’t help but to keep trying to help them from here.

Then the last couple of weeks has been busy setting up new tools to gather funds and money to help “my friends” still stacked all over the place.

I couldn’t find that many ways …

  • One is to share the experience and to run workshop and conferences about the situation in high school, college and university. It’s something I started doing more and more, knowing that sharing migrants stories and to enable students to help and to connect with them is one of the most important thing.
  • The second is about online fundraising and I then, start setting up a way for people to sustain the work on a monthly basis using the Patreon platform (as you can see on the orange button).FireShot Capture 1 - Exile 2.0 – منفى – Documentary On Migra_ - https___felixbrassier.wordpress.com_
  • The third option might be the less practical but the most efficient: fundraising events.



This last option is not the easiest one.


From planning the evening’ performances, calling the venue, buying the food, cooking the meals till finally running the event, you don’t have that much space … It takes a lot of time, energy and commitment … things that I’d rather keep for the people in need. But, hey … you can’t be everywhere at the same time and you’ve to work things out with what you’ve got.

So I decided to create and to run the first physical fundraising event related to the Exile 2.0 project to specifically help the boys from the Takadoum neighborhood in Rabat, Morocco … ->


Let’s be honest, I’m everything but comfortable with this …

But I’m lucky enough to be surrounded by friends who gave me a hand.

So far, the D-day, I was all but ready, and even if my fellows were confident, I wasn’t.


I bought the food at the last minute before going to prepare the couscous, which would have been impossible without the help of Nadira and Fabrice who shown up to help just like a miracle.


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Steph, Tonio and Miloun, artists poets and musicians, helped me to run the “show” till the documentary screening, singing, playing music and reading poetry to the public while I was trying to fix the Internet connexion …

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Well, I never expected we would get the entire place packed with people and just enough food to serve them.


And It was such a great thing to realize that again, here, people were listening and willing to help.


After an exhausting 5-hours event, we all were happy with the result. And even if you always need more money to carry the work, I can’t stop thinking about the boys from Takadoum, who’ll soon receive a nice gift thanks to all the good people from Ganges.  

Chapitre XXII – Ganges – France

Être de retour au calme est un sentiment étrange et déplaisant.

Je ne dis pas que je n’apprécie pas de me reposer et de souffler un peu mais de savoir ce qui se passe pour mes amis, toujours coince dans les régions où je suis passé : c’est un couteau planté dans le coeur. Ils hantent mes pensées, jours et nuit … et je ne peux pas faire autrement que d’essayer de les aider d’ici.
J’ai donc decié de mettre en place de nouveaux moyens de leur venir en aide.

Honnêtement, je n’ai pas trouvé mille et une solutions.

  • La première est de partager mon expérience et de mener des ateliers et conferences de sensibilisation en collèges, lycées et universités. C’est ce que je fais de plus en plus car, partager l’histoire des migrants, réfugiés et de permettre aux étudiants de parler avec eux ainsi que de devenir acteurs, penseurs de l’aide humanitaire, est la chose la plus importante selon moi …
  • La deuxième solution que j’ai trouve est la mise en place d’un moyen de soutien mensuel en ligne via la platform Patreon (que vous pouvez voir via le bouton orange sur le site) .
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  • Enfin, la troisième option est surement la moins pratique : les soirées de levée de fonds.


Et cette dernière méthode n’est pas sans peine.




Entre planifier, organiser les performances de la soirée, appeler les gens, trouver un endroit, acheter la bouffe et la cuisiner pour enfin “faire” la soirée le jour J, il n’y a pas mal de choses à prendre en compte.
Cela prend un temps et une énergie folle, chose que j’aurais de préférence garde pour les personnes sur le terrain. Mais bon, que voulez-vous, on ne peut pas être au four et au moulin et on fait avec ce qu’on a sur place.

Donc, j’ai decié de créer et mener la première soirée officielle de levee de fond pour le projet, pour aider spécifiquement les jeunes du quartier de Takadoum à Rabat au Maroc. ->


Honnêtement, je suis tout sauf à l’aise avec ce genre d’événements.

J’ai cependant la chance d’avoir des amis près à mettre la main à la “pâte.”

Mais le jour J, j’étais loin d’être prêt, et, même si les gars semblaient confiants, j’avais de nombreux doutes.

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Steph, Tonio et Miloun, des camarades artistes, poètes et musiciens s’occupèrent de chauffer l’ambiance, récitant des poèmes, jouant de la musique et chantant à tours de bras pendant que de mon cote, je m’arrachait les cheveux pour trouver une connexion internet viable.

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Très franchement, en début de soirée je n’aurais jamais cru que l’on reçoit autant de personnes et que nous ayons juste assez de nourriture pour tout le monde.

Les choses sont surprenantes parfois et la bonté humaine ne cessera jamais de me surprendre, surgissant de nulle part sans mot dire.


Et même si les cinq heures, les performances, le repas, la diffusion du documentaire et les conversations qui en découlèrent furent épuisants … Même si, toujours plus d’argent serait nécessaire pour continuer les choses comme il se doit …

Je ne peux pas m’empêcher de penser aux jeunes de Takadoum qui, bientôt, auront une jolie surprise de la part des gens de Ganges.

Breil Sur Roya – France


After spending a week in astalli center at Palermo, recovering and helping with my fellows volunteers over there, I left Sicily and started my journey back to France. thought I did still had to stop at another hotspot I didn’t knew : the French Italian border where I knew the situation between Ventimiglia and the Roya valley was difficult for both the “migrants” and the helpers.


I heard about the story of many local people being arrested for helping the travellers to cross, to rest etc…  Cedric Herrou,  Felix croft and some others…

I seemed that what I have always found (meaning that everything is make to disable the helpers to help) was actually taking form here as a bunch of laws making the helpers life a real struggle.


Then I decided to go.

I packed my stuff, collected some donations in Palermo and left for the northern border.




I arrived three days after and met straight away the people from “Roya citoyenne” a group of local helpers in the valley.

There, I met Cedric who proposed me to come to his place the day after.

His house was built in the countryside between the Italian frontier and Breil Sur Roya,  lost on a mountain alongside the road and virtually inaccessible…  Somehow lost into the wild of the Alpes.

You had to walk up to a little rocky track to access the place.

There, everything was completely different from the world you knew.

For a while,  I knew how to live off the grid thanks to my nomadic way of life, but know I was experiencing a different way of living off the society and our capitalist system…  A sedentary lifestyle which was enabling sustainability  ecology and self sufficiency.


Cedric was a farmer. The kind of farmer capable of running his own activity by himself without relying on massive agriculture, machines and so on…  His activity was honest,  humble and enough for him.


Most of the furniture of the place was handmade

The food was coming from the lands,  both vegetables and animals.

The water was pumped from the river and warmed by firewood.

The toilet, the shower, the garbage…  Most the infrastructure here was self sustainable and ecological.


It made me though about this kind of off the grid community willing to return to the simplicity of a different way of life going back to the nature and the basics of living.

But more than a simple hippy, Cedric was devoting his time and place to help the migrants stuck in the no man’s land of la Roya…


Around 20 people were living there during this time of the year,  Cedric,  two or three volunteers and ten to fifteen “illegal travellers ” who were staying here waiting to go further safely.

The guys from la Roya explained me that strangely, even being on the French territory,  the migrants here couldn’t ask for asylum yet and have to go at least to Sosfel or Nice to request the asylum…  Then,  in the valley,  these people were still risking being send back to Italy by the police if they’re catch.


What Cedric was doing was to hide them the time for them to rest and to give them the crucial information about the tracks to follow to get to these cities without being seen and catch by the police.

He used to drive them before but,  since his attestation, couldn’t do this any more.

But even disable of driving the people, he was hosting a lot of them and was also helping the other members of the valley willing to help.

And it’s funny to realize that even with the attestation,  the court and the penalties the people were facing from the state, even being send to the police station randomly during the food distribution at Ventimiglia…  More and more people were rising against the “criminal justice ” which was making sure that you couldn’t help the people.

The anti-migration policy was somehow making people guilty of being human but most of the ones I met were taking this risk, preferring being a human in jail than a free */+$”!


And I  spent a week with Cedric and the other “delinquants solidaires “, building storage cabin, shelves and places to facilitate the work in the place.


As he told me,  now they were few people and a lot of needs regarding the organization…  What will it be in summer with hundreds of refugees?

Then I decided to help him by building, hoping these constructions would makes the work easier and more efficient for them.


And it reminded me Calais and the Woodward work,  cutting wood all day long, hearing the jigsaw and smelling the wood…


But assembling the all to create construction was kind of new and I really enjoyed seeing the things taking form little by little.


And the migrants too were enjoying helping me out in the process till the finalisation.

Working with them was a bit like the time I was in lesvos when we were involving the refugees in the daily work…  I’d say that’s one of the most beautiful thing to share with them…  Creating something together.


And we also went to the daily food distribution happening in Ventimiglia.


The people from the valley were cooking meals from 8am to 6pm and then,  were going to the city to feed the hundreds of migrants stuck there without anything.


Every distribution was a gamble…  You never knew if you was about to be arrested or if it’d go OK.



And it was unbelievable that we had to go like dealers or criminals,  hiding ourselves from the police, just to give out food to people in need.

And of course the police was forbidding us to do so… Saying that it was about “health laws” and prevention…  Yes,  letting people starving is a well better way to solve a health problem…



We were arrested by lucky enough not to be sent at the commissary.

And we had to leave half of the donations behind.

Sad situation that made me once again   understand the gap between our government and the situation on the field.


So far I would say that these delinquents from the Roya valley are part of the best persons on this world.

Of course they have some problems,  their organization could works better, they have their own personality and some of them might be seen as lawless…  But their common specificity is to be human more than civilians and it’s maybe why they are seen by the governments as criminals…  Thought,  I’d do the same than them and I’m glad to feels part of this group of criminal.

The only thing sad is to realise humanity start to become illegal…


I’ve always been amazed by the capacity that people have to dismiss and avoid something from the moment it’s not coming right into their life. You need to engage them personally for them to start carrying about a subject. You need to make them believe that what they’ll do will have an impact and they needs to see,  to feels and to experience it to trust you.

It’s difficult…  it takes time…  But once you get to this point of truth with people, they’ll give you so much.
From the moment the trust comes into the interaction,  everything is possible and I realized how far this could go.

As I’ve been given foods,  clothes,  money, and shelters for the project.
People from England to France,  from high level class to working class…  interested in the refugees crisis since the beginning or new volunteers … artists, workers, teachers,  musicians, students…  they’ve all been given what they could afford,  what they thought could have an impact to the refugees lives.
And all at their level have been doing so well that they really make this possible.

This documentary story is both,  dedicated to the million of migrants at our borders hoping for a better life, and to the people in Europe who still believe that a better world is possible and who’re fighting and giving what they can to make it happen.


Thanks to all of you.