Under the benevolent shadow of Jean Genet, buried in Morocco,  this film is a dialogue between the living and the dead, an invitation to bring those realms together, between silent humanist revolt and poetic elegy. A family takes loving care of a white tomb, in a cemetery with a view of the sea. We are in Larache, south of Tangier, where Jean Genet lived the last ten years of his life.  Today, the writer is finally home, among his own. And for the locals of the city, he is a legend.Few of them actually knew him. Still fewer have read him. Most all have reinvented him for themselves. Everyone has their own story to tell. But they all agree on onething: “Jon Joney” valued them. He was on their side. Thesesimple, poor, quite frankly invisible individuals form the voiceless and futureless people of Morocco. Living incarnations of the characters in hiswork, they now keep watch over his grave.

Is it still possible to live a nomad's life today? Can a person continue to walk on multifarious paths that lead to ever-changing horizons? How can this void be filled' These disturbing questions are all the more acute in the arid lands of the Sahara and the Sahel, as their economy is gradually smothered, their population criminalised, and their territories ruthlessly coveted for their rich mining potential. In an effort to keep chaos and meaninglessness at bay and to resist the ultimate dispossession of the self – that of the imagination – forty-four Toureg poets gathered for three days and three nights in Agadez, in November 2006. The aim of the gathering was to join forces and define resonant pathways freed from the shackles that currently immobilise their society, and to reinvent new ways of weaving a present.