Something happened on the Spanish-Moroccan border in Autumn 2005. A thing that is still happening today in other places and in other ways. Hundreds of sub-Saharans used ladders to cross a European border. Weapons, rubber bullets, death. Thousands were deported to the Sahara desert. Death. Spanish television broadcast images of an accelerated war. Just bodies, not individuals. Something we watched. Returning to the place where it all happened we find nothing but empty space. A landscapes without traces. What remains, that fence. How is it possible to create new representations that don't get lost in the oversaturation of images that present migrants as victims? Others had already asked themselves the same question. A group of Congolese refugees is stuck in Morocco waiting to reach Europe. They have created a theatre piece based on their experiences of migration. In the room where they live each day, it takes shape as a self-representation of each step along the path. But it is not a finished work. There is no audience and no stage, just a work waiting for its ending.

Shot in Cameroon and Brussels, Je ne suis pas moi-même explores the world of African antiquities and the contradictions in a European art market hungry for new tribal objects. Where do the African masks come from? What journey do these masks make before their unveiling in the windows of the biggest galleries or art collections in Europe? Who determines the economic and aesthetic value of these objects now that colonialism is supposedly dead' And then there's a continent called Africa, in need of economic resources and therefore willing to sell its cultural heritage or, if need be, to fake it. The authenticity of the objects becomes blurred when the people that once adored them start to sell them.

In Benyounes forest, “la foret” as they called their habitants, was the last stage of a long trip for thousands of people coming from Sub-Saharan Africa. Close to the fence that divides Ceuta (Spain) from Morocco, they establish in a variable time, before flank the last obstacle in they way to Europe, looking for a better life. Sometimes running away from wars, politics persecutions, hunger or a precarious economy situation. Lots of times of all of this. In years, the migrants pass across this forest and after some weeks or months they manage to arrive to Ceuta. In finals of 2004, European union start agreements of subcontract Morocco in the control of the Spanish – Moroccan border. The habitants of the forest, started to feel the effects of this agreements: the increase of illegal devolutions, the abuses from the civil police, they install police controls near the forest, they forbid the access to current water, military attacks to the camps in with they made mass arrests and rapes as a war weapon. The border it's close. Systematic violation of human rights, financed with the tax of the democratic European Union citizens. The migrants organize themselves in spaces like this and construct spaces; support nets in Moroccan territory, confronting and resisting this way the European politics. In the forest of Benyounes, they organized themselves from origin communities. In February of 2005, decided between all the community's, record this video, to made visible their situation, in with they report the systematic violation of their human rights, the absolutely abandonment from the NGO's, Associations an Human Rights Institutions, an they demand their citizens condition and they require their rights as human beings.

This documentary explores migration to Spain from the Senegalese point of view.

Maa Tere Manalen is the result of Tere Recaren's two trips to Mali. It all began the day the artist discovers that in Mali, her name means something like “destiny.” So Recarens sets off to Africa to explore all the possible meanings of her name for the Bamanan, the country's most numerous ethnic group. Maa Tere Manalen (someone with a lighted Tere) took shape during her second visit. After her trip to Estonia, where she had discovered that “Tere” meant “good day,” she embarks on a similar exploration avoiding the classic tourist trip. Faithful to her habits, she promotes other kinds of exchanges and experiences; so in Mali she works in a textile factory where she designs and produces her own fabric with prints of drawings and phrases related to her name. Once this was done, she cuts it up and swaps it for photos of everybody who has helped her in some way, filming the whole process. The work draws attention to the gift itself, and the artist's constant availability. Recarens “builds” a room, which functions as a space in which to exhibit her work: she fills it with fabric that she finds or swaps things for, with motifs that refer to public or private moments, ideal for talking about different kinds of families. A space that is halfway between aesthetic and functional, where Recarens displays her own images.