Synopsis

An October night, it's on the turquoise bank of Meriç, the fleuve-frontière here separates the Orient of Europe, which a mysterious storyteller stops being regarded. And more specifically, the man found here, in the ronces shops, caches the soldiers charged with stopping illegal immigrants passing through the Greek coast. Dear one who is ready to grant the Meriç is a nafar: a sans-droit, a migrant. Retraçant pas à pas sa périlleuse traversée, the narrator émaille son récit d'échappées sur cette région meurtrie par l'Histoire et sur le quotidien de tous les Syriens qui, comme l'homme à la robe bleue se préparant à plonger, cherchent coûte que coûte un avenir meilleur defeat of the dictatorship of Bachar al-Assad. She is the cell that contains the combinations and the faux parts, imagine what she does, parting the doubts and the spoils. As the first romantic source of emotional retention, Mathilde Chapuis leads us to more than one obsession of all that here is not another choice that exists.