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.

At the dawn of the 21st century, a man named Gharsallah passes away and is burried in the mausoleum of a small village called Dhibet in the centre of Tunisia. A saint, a righteous man, a madman or someone possessed' He lives on in the memories, the tales and the dreams of an entire region.

Like a puzzle, this film works on different elements: a guided tour in the waste lands of three cities (Brussels, Hamburg, Roma), a documentary about stray cats and the people who food it, some choreography of daily gesture, a question about cartography (and the common using of space), like a “wink” about the human Order and Chaos... and a statement on the present difficulties of the Inutility!