The need to find a part of myself and renew cultural ties. This is what led me to Morocco, to a small Berber village, to become part of a family and enter into the private women's circle.

“The hands of the magician are faster than the eyes of the spectator.” - Abdelouahid El Hamri, aka Sinbad of the Straits. In the case of Sinbad, however, the surprises of prestidigitation are sometimes less magical than quite worldly. This private display of Sinbad's illusions, in front of a black curtain in the courtyard of Mr. El Hamri's house in Tangier, includes the appearance of a number of ping-pong balls and white doves, swallowing of razor blades, and an attempt to reproduce his most difficult trick: “How to Make a Chicken Go to Sleep”.

" A commentary on the silent side that surrounds the act of war, the film illustrates my sensibility as a human being to the small details, which pass, unnoticed in a war..."

The port of Tangiers is a transit zone, and many travelers and goods pass through each day in huge trucks bound for destinations all over Europe. This is why large numbers of children and adults live in the port, waiting for an opportunity to hide under one of the trucks and cross the border into the Schengen zone. Almost all of them have a home and a family. Locals spend some time there and then return to their homes to build up strength for the next attempt. Those whose homes are far away settle among the containers or find a more or less inconspicuous hideaway in the port. Abdelghani is one of the minors who has decided to leave his family in southern Morocco to try and cross over to Spain.

From the series Fez Ciudad Interior. Silences and wind in the olive trees, contemplation, labyrinths and dreams. Abdelfettah Seffar, a craftsman who lived in London for years and decided to return, talks about Fez, a veiled city, and reflects of the West and its conflicts.

A man who is not there. A woman who receives his letters. She reads them to us, but remains out of sight. The man who sends the letters describes his journey. In the end, he stops writing. Has the journey, then, ended'

Zweig said: "only the individual introduces the independence into the word... And for him only"