Djibril is in his early twenties, his pockets are empty, the girl he loves doesn’t want a child with him, his mother is too symbiotic and his mixed-raced father never left Africa to meet him. His desires are as strong as the abysses that haunt him. Without a warning, he leaves the idyll deep in the countryside and flees to Marseille to meet an old friend and his son, find a job in the port city in full reconstruction, dream of leaving for Africa in the footsteps of his own story, and ours. Thus starts his oblivious meandering, from tiled roofs to damaged asphalt roads, from activists’ bars to small venues that never close, opening himself to new encounters. He creates new bonds, immediately powerful. Only love can save, they all know that. But reality lies in ambush and isn’t any more tender to lost children than to free pirates – Menouar, the thief-filmmaker, knows it only too well, he who will risk his last breath there.