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MOSTAGANEM, ALGERIAN PORT CITY,

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200 KILOMETERS FROM THE SPANISH COAST

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My name's Rachid.

These aren't my feet.

They the feet of Omar,

my best friend.

He decided to leave us.

He didn't even tell us.

What a sad day that was.

HARRAGAS THE BURNERS

That guy in a hurry isn't me either.

That's Nasser, my other best friend.

We grew up in the projects together.

Nasser's the neighborhood hunk.

Him, Omar and I had decided to burn.

"Burning" means leaving,

getting out of the country, erasing the past,

like others have done before us

and like others will do after us.

Goodbye.

A FILM BY MERZAK ALLOUACHE

My dear sister,

I'm finally leaving.

They've caught me three times.

Not this time.

Writing this gives me a weird feeling.

I don't understand how the idea got into my head.

My country became a black spot

that grew until it invaded my brain.

My dear sister,

do you remember what I told you

when you wanted to stop me from leaving?

"If I leave, I die.

"And if I don't leave, I die."

So I leave without leaving. I die.

It's easier.

Rachid.

What is it?

You friend, Omar...

Yeah, what is it?

He killed himself.

What?

We buried Omar next to his father,

right by the sea.

We used to hang around the cemetery a lot,

so as not to "cut off contact", as Omar used to say.

"Not to cut off contact"...

And not to leave Imène alone in her grief.

That's "seasick" Hassan, a former sailor.

He says he went all the way to Australia.

Now, he organizes clandestine crossings to Spain.

Salam aleykoum.

And his business is doing very well.

He's from the neighborhood too,

but he makes us pay the same as everyone else.

He'd even charge his own mother.

Why did he do that?

It doesn't make sense!

After acting surprised,

Hassan gave us two days to pay what we still owed.

Otherwise, we were out of the trip.

Many people wanted our spots.

It was a cold day in Mostaganem.

It even snowed.

I swear. Snow is bad luck.

I'll never forget Omar's death and the snow.

Hello? Yes.

Hi. How are you?

Yes, like we said. Talk to you later.

For some time now,

it became very difficult to find boats to burn.

You had to be in the right network.

"Seasick" Hassan was in the right network.

A real specialist in schemes, with his toothpaste-ad smile.

A real bastard.

Immigrant, were you taking a nap?

How are you?

Come in.

Rachid!

Watch the door!

There's the beast!

I found a great engine!

A 30 CV Suzuki!

A great deal.

It still needs work!

At the bottom?

I already fixed it. It's fine.

When can I pick it up?

In a week!

That's too long! People are getting impatient.

I need to check it, try the engine.

If it starts, it's fine.

They need to leave in two days.

Hassan, let me tell you something.

You're paying me!

You'll answer to God!

Are you an imam now?

That's my neighborhood,

the neighborhood of life's forgotten people.

These projects are rotten with sadness,

the usual routine,

misery, unemployment,

drugs.

Kids who are born,

old people who die, disgust,

the dreams that remain dreams.

If you take a poll here,

90% of them will tell you they want to leave.

Imène is like a big sister to me.

She the smartest person in the projects.

She had a good education.

I still remember her huge smile

when I smoked my first cigarette in front of her

and choked on it.

All right, all right. I was 10, and she was 12.

She often yells at us,

but she always supports us in our bullshit.

How's your mother holding up?

It hasn't hit her either.

Nasser...

Did he say anything to you?

No. No.

He was normal... He was just getting ready, like us.

We talked about it all the time.

He'd found the GPS.

Stop, Imène.

I'm here.

Yes.

But not for long.

I want to leave with you.

Are you serious?

I want to leave.

But Imène...

That wasn't the plan!

Things are different now.

I can't be without you, not for a single day.

In this cursed country... full of misery.

I understand your rage, but it's not possible.

We'll see about that.

While Nasser fell on his ass that Imène wanted to burn with us,

"Seasick" Hassan was taking care of the other customers,

a group of disgusted people like us who were going to leave with us.

There was going to be ten of us, no more, no less.

We shared the costs, the danger, the fear and the joy of arriving.

In the meantime,

Hassan had hidden them in the forest

and stuffed them full of spaghetti.

What's wrong with him? Is he sick?

Yeah, he is!

You left us here a week ago...

The humidity gave him the flu!

It's normal.

That's the risk!

I couldn't get the keys to the house.

I can't find the owner.

We're sick of this fucking forest!

We don't want to stay here anymore!

I told you from the start!

You have to be patient.

When the sea is calm...

you'll leave!

The sea!

It's calm right now!

Listen!

If you don't trust me,

I'll give you your money back, and you can get out of here.

I'm not here to have fun.

If you don't get the keys to the house...

we'll burn it, along with your boat.

We didn't travel over 700 kilometers for nothing!

Got it?

Fuck you.

Come, Mounir!

Fucking niggers!

Ah, Nadia...

Mounir! Get drunk!

Uncle Hassan's paying!

Courtesy of Hassan,

the king of businessmen!

I didn't know that suspicious-looking guy yet.

When I first saw him, he reminded me of Hydargos,

the villain in Goldorak.

Poor Nasser was suffering like in an Egyptian soap opera.

He didn't know what to do to stop Imène from coming.

It was a big responsibility.

I swear, I wouldn't have wanted to be in his shoes.

Why aren't you answering your phone?

Let go of me or I'll scream.

I've run out of patience.

Calm down. I'll leave, I'll work, you can finish school.

I don't care about school.

I'll figure it out and get you a visa.

It makes sense.

It'll be hard, that's true.

If you leave without me, I'll kill you.

I'll find you, and I'll kill you.

I'll go underground with the bearded guys and become a kamikaze.

That's big Hakim. He's going to burn with us.

He grew up here, but we don't talk.

-Salam aleykoum. -Aleykoum salam.

Where do we stand?

It's done.

What does that mean?

I said it's done.

I'll confirm tomorrow.

Be ready!

Salam aleykoum.

Hakim!

What?

Can't you change your outfit?

That's none of your business.

My clothes are my problem.

Fuck you!

I never understood why he wanted to leave.

We didn't like being in the same boat as him.

But he paid. He was leaving.

Sorry!

We set a time to leave!

Be patient, Cheikh!

Listen.

There's no problem.

I'll call you as soon as I get there.

Be patient.

Listen, Cheikh!

Everything will be fine.

God willing, everything will be fine.

Hakim!

Is it true what they say?

Don't touch me.

Stay out of it!

Calm down, Hakim!

Don't talk to me.

I respect you, but we're through.

Leave me alone.

You see?

They brainwashed him.

That night, Nasser gave me an impossible mission.

I was like the UN having to solve the problem

between Israel and Palestine.

I was scared, really scared.

Good evening.

-Hi. -Good evening.

What this meeting about?

Nasser told me you wanted to come with us.

So? How's that any of your business?

It is my business.

Imène, it's too risky.

You can't have a girl among men.

Look, we're with people we don't know,

and there's no telling what might happen. OK?

Imène, I'm speaking from experience. You wanting to leave is crazy.

Are you done?

Aren't you ashamed?

That's why you brought me here?

The rats scare me more than the sea!

There. You see? I feel lousy now.

Imène had never talked to me like that.

That's the projects' girls for you.

They don't listen. They're just like men.

"When fall arrived, Félix finally understood

"what the traitor Raymond was 'skeming'..."

"Skeming."

"Skeming."

"What Raymond was 'skeming'."

What does that mean? I don't know... "skeming"...

They want us to learn French, and they use big words

no one understands.

Go to sleep!

Ah, I know.

You're in luck! I got the keys.

Take the food and come with me!

I told you,

"Seasick" Hassan always knows how to work things out.

When he sees that things aren't going well, he changes tactics.

With his toothpaste-ad smile, he knows how to bamboozle people.

Mounir! Open the window.

It's nice, right?

Good.

It's nicer on the other side!

You're a smartass.

They don't like smartasses over there.

Especially black ones.

Spaghetti...

You're killing us! Is that all you've got?

We made it with French butter.

From Normandy!

It's disgusting!

Eat and shut up!

My four brothers looked at me like I was a hero.

To them, I was Steven Seagal or Bruce Willis.

I was sad to be leaving them,

but I promised to bring them one by one,

and by plane,

each with their own ticket.

-What do you think? -Awesome!

What are you making?

Rfis!

Why?

To eat!

Rfis is only for big occasions!

Mom...

Stop with your questions! Go get some rest.

Your brother made rfis too before he left.

You see what happened to him.

Do you think I'm stupid, that I don't understand?

I'll go crazy if I don't leave.

Those who survive are put in prison.

This is my prison. This country is a prison.

No, my daughter!

Don't say that!

Stop, Mom.

If you leave, I'll kill myself.

I wouldn't survive it.

On the day of our departure, Hakim was first.

It was strange to see him without kohl over his eyes, without a tunic,

and with an American cap.

Salam aleykoum.

But it didn't hide what was on his mind.

We were going to put up with him for two days,

and he was going to make the boat heavier.

As soon as you get there,

-call us. -OK.

-You promise? -Don't worry, Dad.

I'm not worried.

I trust you.

This time,

I know you'll succeed.

Nothing will stop you.

If I were still your age,

I'd do the same.

To think I used to live on the other side...

and I came back.

Like a sucker.

Be careful!

Don't worry.

Goodbye.

Here, son, I made you something to eat.

I hope everything will go well.

May God protect you.

Don't worry, Mom. Don't worry.

While Hassan was taking the poor guys

who'd been eating spaghetti for ten days

and who had paid 200 dollars for room and board,

we had to wait in the ruins of building four.

It's been that way for six years,

as if we were in a war.

The fiancé didn't say a word.

So-called macho!

Imène was leaving with us, without mercy.

The fat guy in the cap was there too.

We don't exist for him,

and he doesn't exist for us.

To each his own network. That's how it is in the projects.

Get down!

I brought fishermen's boots.

Wait for me down there.

I'll go get the others and the boat.

I'll be back this afternoon.

Understood?

You think we're idiots?

You give us boots, then you leave!

It's not normal!

Are you crazy?

We are!

You think we're fools!

The mute will get the boat.

You're staying here!

-He doesn't understand. -Let go of him!

You! Go get the boat!

He's staying here.

You tell him.

Go! Get out of here!

Take it easy.

You thought you could scam us?

It's easy to attack one man!

Let go of me!

Stay where you are!

Get back!

Drop your knives!

Who are you?

Who am I?

What do you want?

I want to burn with you. Can I?

Fine! Ten million, right now.

I just defended you.

Can you give me a deal?

Get back!

Ten million isn't that much.

Let's make a deal.

Let's go.

We won't talk in front of these animals.

Why not? I'm staying here.

We can talk in front of them.

Don't be scared. I saw them attacking you.

They have no shame!

I'm here. You have nothing to worry about anymore.

So, how much for me?

Five million! It's a deal.

It's still a bit high.

Come on, move.

Take it easy.

We can come to an agreement.

Why?

When I saw the mute coming,

I realized that trouble was about to start.

Early in the morning, a mute tries to talk to you.

That stuff only happens here.

What's going on?

Easy!

Where's Hassan?

Where is he?

Slow down, Mounir.

What's with him?

Hold him!

Where's Hassan?

I'm talking to you! Where is he?

We don't know!

Calm down.

What's all that screaming?

Sit down! Nobody move!

Where's the boat?

On its way, down there.

Down where?

In the cove.

In the cove? We'll see.

You, go get my bag. Go!

You, get your bag and get down there. Hurry!

Get moving!

Follow him.

Hurry up.

Follow him.

Go.

Get going.

When we went down to wait for the boat,

my heart sank.

And I knew that guy was going to give us a hard time.

What was supposed to be a happy day turned into a nightmare.

That's the cove.

The meeting place.

Sit!

Where's the boat? Where is it?

We don't know.

The boat maker is bringing it.

Stop staring at me like that.

It's pissing me off.

You'll have to get used to me.

Who's the captain?

Me and him.

This is no place for a woman.

She's staying.

If she doesn't go, we don't.

Is that right? Is she your girlfriend?

Yes. And without us, you won't be able to cross.

Shut up.

You think you're tough

with your gun!

What about the idiot?

Is he going?

No, he's not on the list.

We can't go over ten people.

That one is sick.

Who said I'm sick?

You just can't leave.

Enough!

Why did you say that?

Are you a snitch?

You're the oldest one here.

Ever heard of selective immigration?

Well, today, I'm doing the selection.

For all our lives, people have chosen for us.

Today's no different.

But the only thing that matters is leaving,

even if the devil's coming with us.

We were anxious for our boat to arrive.

Calm down!

Help us!

Where's Hassan?

Get moving! Hurry!

You too, get down. Don't look at me.

Faster.

I haven't done anything.

Take your friend and leave then!

Old guy,

they don't need you in Europe!

Take the idiot and get out of here!

Who wants to stay?

There's ten of us now.

You're all going?

Let's go.

No. We have to wait.

-For what? -A call.

Some friends are going to call us just before dark,

so we can avoid the coastguard.

Fine, but take it easy.

Get back. Get back!

Yes?

We're good? Are you sure?

-We're good to go. -Let's go.

Good.

Deep down,

I was praying that the engine wouldn't start.

But at the same time, I wanted it to start.

Everything gets mixed up in your head sometimes.

For the rest, God decides.

Let's go.

Watch out for the big rocks on the left.

Nasser, turn slightly west.

OK.

Guys, turn off the lights. We've passed the rocks.

Hey, bearded guy...

We can see your lamp.

Turn it off. It's dangerous. They'll see us from afar.

Take care of your GPS and shut up. Is that clear?

That's good.

Turn it off or I'll turn around.

Is that so?

I'll try speeding up.

I'm speeding up now.

Hold tight!

Don't be scared!

-How was it? -It wasn't full-throttle,

but it did well.

Are you OK? Anyone seasick?

Good.

How long will it take?

At least 12 hours, if all goes well. We can't take any risks.

Take a right, Nasser. A right.

The coastguard! Cut the engine!

If they come here, I'll smoke them.

We'll be fine.

They stepped up their patrols.

We have to get out of here fast.

Guys!

I can't hold it anymore! I've gotta piss!

Now's not the time!

The crossing can be boring sometimes.

You start to wonder.

I was thinking about my arrival at my cousin Abdel's house in Sète.

He said I'd have a job in a restaurant.

I thought about it all night, with my eyes open.

Being surrounded by all this water is so fucking scary.

It's even worse if you think about what's underneath us.

You've burned before?

Has pretty boy burned before?

We both have.

And they caught you?

Where?

When we got to the French border.

Yes, but where exactly?

Perpignan.

Let me tell you something.

They'll never catch me.

What's with the gun? Are you a cop?

Why are you burning?

I made a big mistake.

I messed up a case. It created a mess.

My colleagues didn't like it.

-Want me to take over? -Yeah.

Sorry, Imène.

What's going on?

I'm taking over for Rachid.

Come on.

I'm taking over for Rachid.

I'm taking over, Rachid.

Your French is really good.

Not like these losers.

You're lucky to have gone to school.

It's very funny to see you together:

losers...

and daddy's boys.

Couldn't your daddy get you a visa?

Or maybe you should've sent your girlfriend to the consulate.

Your pretty girlfriend.

Leave us alone.

No signal!

Thanks.

The smell of our country!

Rfis prepared by the tiny hands of a sweet little Algerian girl.

"The sweet little Algerian girl" says fuck you!

Oh, that's right.

I'm a tough guy because I have a gun.

Gun or not, you're a loser.

Don't talk to him!

Why not? He doesn't scare me!

Creep!

Calm down, my friends!

We'll arrive to Spain soon.

Nasser, check the GPS.

Shit! Shit!

-What's it? -We went off course.

What do you mean?

That's not possible!

You're right.

We're heading east.

What happened? The current?

That's right, you got it!

So are we heading toward France?

It's all right. We'll correct course.

-How much time did we lose? -I don't know.

You told us to hurry!

Going off course is better than getting caught.

You don't know what they do to deserters.

I know what they do to harragas!

Fuck the cops, fuck deserters.

If you continue, you'll end up with the fish.

Stop this!

We have enough fuel.

Idiots!

In Algiers, I would've put you in prison to teach you a lesson!

Stop looking at me like that, bitch!

Don't talk to her like that!

Come at me!

Enough of this!

Come on, come at me!

Stop!

Loser!

That's it, that's it.

"Made in Taiwan"... Crappy equipment!

The bastard screwed me over!

I knew it.

Wait, wait. We have the compass.

All right...

I think we'll be OK if we correct course by 10 degrees.

I think 15 degrees would be best.

Make a decision once and for all, all right?

Will you shut up?

What do you want?

I told you to shut up!

We're all the same here!

I think you want get shot!

Bearded guys are my specialty.

Listen to your music and leave us alone. Faggot!

What are you waiting for? Start it up!

I need to make it!

Don't move!

What are you waiting for? Start it up!

Go, hurry!

Hurry up!

Hakim had balls.

Even if I didn't like the bearded man, I was happy.

That asshole now knew

he wouldn't be able to walk all over us.

We just had to wait for an opening to get him off of the boat.

It's cold, huh?

It's a change for them Sahara for you.

And you want to go to Europe?

That's only a taste of what Europe is like!

It's much worse over there!

You miss your camels already?

What about you idiots...

You were supposed to avoid the currents.

How much time did we waste?

No idea. We should've arrived by now.

Assholes! You know nothing about the sea.

We corrected course by 10 degrees.

We'll see.

It's that way anyway.

-Will you let me steer? -Go ahead.

The truth is,

we didn't want to say it, but Nasser and I didn't know where we were.

The compass was made in China too.

It felt like the needle was moving all over the place.

I hope the boat wasn't made in China.

When you're lost at sea,

the only fear is to find yourself back in Algeria by chance.

All the harragas say the same thing.

That's what happened to us the first time.

When we saw the lights, we thought it was Almería,

but it was Oran.

We'd gone in a circle.

We didn't even have enough fuel to turn around.

Spain!

Spain!

Spain!

Spain!

Spain...

We made it!

-Yeah! -Spain...

We did it!

Spain! Spain!

-We need to find a deserted cove. -Cut the crap.

Speed up. We need to get ashore before dawn.

We don't know the area. It's risky.

You're a pain in the ass. Don't you get it yet?

I'm in charge.

I'm sick of this fucking boat

and your ugly faggot faces. Speed up, I said. Speed up!

Easy.

It's fucking suicide!

Fuck you!

Go for the lights. Go!

He thinks he's back home,

acting tough.

We hate each other.

How could anyone else like us?

Asshole!

Leave it to me.

It's gone.

Are you happy now?

"Speed up!" That's what you get!

Shut up. Shut up!

Move! We're sick of you!

Motherfucker! You shouldn't have done that.

What do you want?

Stay right there!

You want to look good for your whore?

Defend yourself, if you're a man.

-Show her you've got balls. -Nasser. Nasser...

Don't answer him!

Let go of him!

Go ahead, bastard. You're such a bastard!

Enjoy. You're scared, aren't you? Coward!

People who leave their country have no balls.

Go on, do something. Show me something, asshole!

Don't touch me!

Asshole...

What did we do to you? Why do you hate us?

Why do I hate you?

Because you exist. You understand?

No, you don't understand.

You don't know what I've been through,

what I suffered with them,

what they made me do.

Fucking captain...

Move, I'll take care of this engine.

Move! Move!

Leave the engine alone!

-Sit down! -What did you say?

Sit down! And shut up or I'll smash your face in.

You wanna act tough again?

You've been bossing us around since we left.

Let go of him!

Careful, we'll capsize.

Hakim!

-Hakim! -Hakim, behind you!

I was ashamed.

We shouted, but no one was brave enough

to jump in the water to help Hakim.

We were all paralyzed with fear.

Hakim...

Where are they?

Shine your light that way!

Hakim...

Do you know what he was listening to?

The Quran!

May God take his soul!

Was Hakim...

your friend?

Yes.

He used to be.

I noticed that he never talked to you.

We haven't talked in years...

Rachid, shut up.

I just answered his question.

He's dead! May his soul be at peace.

The rest is ancient history.

You wanna know?

He was their best friend.

He asked me to marry him, and I said no.

Since then...

it's been over.

I'm sorry.

She was as beautiful as an angel,

an Andalusian angel.

And she was looking at me.

I even smelled her perfume.

Shalimar, by Guerlain.

I never understood whether it was a dream or reality.

I don't care anyway.

Now, all we have to do is row.

We aren't far from the coast.

We're going to finish this miserable crossing.

Hold him over the edge!

Stay calm!

Sit down, the boat's leaning.

Hold his head.

All right, all right.

You'll be all right.

Shit!

What now?

Where are the oars?

Where they should be.

Look for them.

Under the containers!

There's nothing!

That does it!

You didn't notice before?

Did you check?

Stop yelling!

Hassan wanted us to die!

God punished him!

Why would you say that?

Is Hassan dead?

The cop killed him in the forest.

Oh my God!

I knew it'd happen to him...

All right.

We need to swim. Do you know how to swim?

Why would we?

We're from the Sahara!

We've never seen the sea.

He was supposed to give us lifejackets.

They want to cross the Mediterranean without knowing how to swim.

What are you going to do now?

Stop! Leave them alone!

We should wait for dawn. You never know.

What about them? You'd leave them here?

There's nothing we can do for them.

They'll just have to wait for a boat to come by.

We don't understand French.

Speak Arabic!

I'll speak French if I want!

You're going to Europe, and you don't even know French!

Enough of this!

Let's calm down and think things through!

I've already made my decision.

I have to tell you something.

When you wake up right in front of Spain,

wallah, the Spanish sun smells of paella.

It's quite something.

Happiness outside the law of life, brother.

Heaven on Earth.

Nasser.

Yallah, it's time. Nasser.

We need to go. Wake her up.

I'm staying a bit longer.

It' not your fault if they can't swim, OK?

We've been planning this for a year, so don't piss me off.

What's going on?

We can't leave them behind. I'm staying.

You need to decide now.

Please talk to him, Imène. Ask him to come.

If a boat picks you up,

they'll send you back, beat you up, send you to jail!

Then you'll have a shitty life in a shitty country.

Please, Imène, talk to him. Please.

I'm begging you, Imène.

I'm staying with him.

All right.

Just go.

All right.

Do what you want.

Listen, brother.

You guys should go too.

I feel really bad for you guys!

Gold help you!

Our fate is in God's hands.

All you can do now is wait for a boat.

It's a gamble.

We know!

Regularization or deportation.

What if it's a Moroccan boat? I heard it's hell!

They'll beat us up without a second thought.

Then they'll send us to a camp.

They'll let us die there.

I don't want to go back to jail.

You've done time?

Six months!

After last year's riots.

I'd do it again,

even if they sent me back a thousand times.

I was 3 the first time I swam.

My uncle threw me in the water.

He told me: "You either float or die."

I drank five liters of water, but I floated.

My uncle was crazy.

Still, I thank him for teaching me how to swim.

Are you ready, Imène?

OK.

Good luck, everyone!

God be with you!

Swim.

Be brave.

Let's go.

Tewfik, put the clothes they left in a pile.

We'll burn them.

If a boat comes by,

they'll see the smoke.

They'll come and rescue us.

What do you think about it?

Good idea.

When my feet touched the sand of the beach,

I thanked the Good Lord who helps harragas.

Without him, I'd never have made it.

Nasser! Come.

Come. I can't anymore.

Hi, Abdel.

It's cold here.

Too cold.

Thank goodness for the sun.

Yes, of course I made it. Asshole...

What did I tell you?

Yes. Listen, get the beer ready.

OK? Tomorrow, God willing, I'll be at your place.

Right, call me back.

Tell Agnès I'm on my way, OK?

Yes. Bye, my friend.

Yes.

Ali!

Spain.

You're just sitting there!

I don't want to stay here!

Leave me alone!

I don't want to stay here! I'm going!

When will you go?

I want to go to Spain! I want to go!

I'm sick of this!

I can't stay here!

Let go of me!

Stop! Calm down!

I want to go!

Ali! Ali!

Help me!

Ali! Ali!

Ali!

We can stand now. We made it.

Stop swimming.

I can't stand up.

You can walk now.

We made it.

Help me.

We got one...

There's a man and a woman on the beach.

Imène was deported two days later.

I joined Nasser at the detention center.

There were at least 300 of us,

Senegalese, Malians, Moroccans...

Pure misery, brother.

We were all disgusted.

With all hope gone,

we went back home

and had plenty of problems.

Maybe Omar was right.

What now?

What do we do?

We dry and rest.

We'll relax, OK?

There's no hurry.

A boat!

A boat!

Light them up!

Over here!

Help!

Save us!

Dogs!

They're not stopping!

Bastards!

Losers!

Watch the wave!

Hold on!

They're coming.

A dinghy...

Go Spain!

-English, English... -Madrid...

Almería...

-Española, Española... -Por favor, señor.

He's just staring at us!

Señor.

We don't know what became of them,

regularization or deportation.

That's life.

A small moment in our lives.

A shitty life.

A life I wouldn't wish on anyone.

That's why I told you this story.

FROM 1988 TO FEBRUARY 2009, NO FEWER THAN 13,444 MIGRANTS

DIED AT EUROPE'S BORDERS,

5,182 OF WHICH WERE LOST AT SEA.

9,500 MIGRANTS LOST THEIR LIVES

IN THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA AND THE ATLANTIC OCEAN.

IN THE STRAIT OF SICILY, 3,163 PEOPLE DIED

BETWEEN LIBYA, EGYPT, TUNISIA, MALTA AND ITALY,

AND ANOTHER 125 LOST THEIR LIVES ALONG THE NEW ROUTES

BETWEEN ALGERIA AND THE ISLAND OF SARDINIA.

4,399 PEOPLE ALSO LOST THEIR LIVES OFF THE CANARY ISLANDS

AND GIBRALTAR STRAIT BETWEEN MOROCCO, ALGERIA AND SPAIN,

INCLUDING 2,232 MISSING...

THIS MOVIE IS DEDICATED TO ALL "HARRAGAS" LOST AT SEA.

Michaël Francart Subtitling: TransPerfect Media