This is the memory of a journey from the heart of an inhabited wilderness . People overwhelmed by the color of the clouds, holes in the sky to another site. An inappropriate vehicle for the place rolling toward the direction of the emotions unleashed: the experience minutes before the cyclone.

A documentary workshop that took place between the summer and autumn of 2004 in Barcelona and Vienna. Two groups of migrant teenagers are given the chance to use the cameras. A reflection on European migration that comes from migration itself.

The desert is our friend, migrations of the mind. Landscapes as texts to be read. Soundtrack: Barbara Held.  

Kim, Harold, Miguel Duque, Ratablanca y Cross-T “We say there is social war when everything gets reduced to a plan. All of the possibilities for creation and existence that all of us want for ourselves, what we call life, require the availability of resource this purpose. Symbolic, imaginary, actual, physical resources. If this doesn't happen, then what is democracy? Democracy is a potentiality. Is the urge towards creativity and complexity, which exists as potential in every life, fulfilled or is it not fulfilled' If it is not fulfilled, then what is democracy? The way we see it, democracy means that those who produce the world can produce it entirely. Not that some produce it, and the rest obey”. Colectivo Situaciones, Argentina.

“The opening of a Muslim oratory in a building in Santa Coloma de Gramenet (Barcelona), for the celebration of Ramadan in October 2004 sparked a confrontation with dye intolerance among the residents of the city and the City. No Mosque! is a documentary of dialog and reflection that analyzes causes and consequences of this conflict on the basis of testimony of all of its protagonists.” We see the escalating pressure from one section of the neighborhood, the solidarity of others (the Ateneu Popular), the pathetic response of the City Council and the Muslim community's banishment to a prayer room made from shipping containers among wire fences in an Industrial Zone... A fractal that is being repeated exponentially throughout the country.