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From 2013 to 2015, a civil war tore the Central African Republic apart.

Seleka and Anti-Balaka militias clashed,

pitting Christian and Muslim communities against each other.

Thousands of people were killed, a million were displaced.

Camille Lepage covered the conflict from October 2013 to May 2014.

The Central African Republic May 12, 2014

Blue Unit, Blue Unit!

Blue listening.

There's a convoy advancing in our direction.

A truck and a dozen motorcycles.

David, can you see if they're armed?

Affirmative. They're armed. I see AKs...

They're armed. It's a group of Anti-Balaka.

What do we do?

I repeat. What do we do? Anti-Balaka approaching.

Prepare to establish contact. Don't take any risks.

Ok, preparing to establish contact.

David, stay above.

In position.

Stefan, take the left. Galiano, take the right.

Calm down! I can't hear what you're saying.

Turn off the engines.

Lower your weapon.

Can we come forward?

What's going on?

Lower your weapon.

Calm down.

Does anyone speak French here?

Everyone, calm down.

What's going on?

What's underneath?

Blue Unit, there are 5 bodies in the back of the vehicle.

4 Central Africans and 1 white woman.

Perpignan September 7, 2013

Festival of Photojournalism "Visa pour l'image"

Excuse me.

Do you have a minute?

You're not on my list, are you?

I just came from the Nouba Mountains.

I'm sorry, I don't have the time.

Terrible things are happening there and nobody talks about it.

We already did 2 or 3 articles on that.

People are dying every day, and nobody cares.

Of course, 30 years of war, 2 million dead people,

everybody thinks nothing will ever change. But it could!

I don't believe there are cursed countries, do you?

Ok, you got me.

- What's your name? - Camille Lepage.

Camille Lepage.

I'm listening.

There is a war going on between the Sudanese army and the FPLA North.

The rebels try to defend their lands and traditions against Khartoum.

Could you bring me something quick and easy?

- Toasted ham and cheese? - Perfect. And some water.

Please, go on.

- Since 2012... - Talk to me about what you've seen.

A priest helped me cross the border

and thanks to him I met the commander of the rebels.

This is Nader, one of the soldiers accompanying me.

He joined the rebels last year. He's 19.

Because of the bombings,

people leave their villages and hide in the mountains.

The children grew up with the war.

When they hear an engine, they shout, "Antonov!"

and run to the nearest cave.

This is after the bombing.

- And this one? - A hospital, the only one in the area.

Ok, ok.

You've had an incredible journey with the people there.

That's impressive. Really.

But it's not enough.

- You don't like any of my pictures? - No, there are some good ones.

But I get the impression that you walk around with a camera

and photograph everything that you witness.

That's not what being a photographer is about.

What are you really concerned about?

Is it the war? The people? The culture?

You have to choose.

I'm not good at editing. Maybe that's why.

You can't edit if you don't know what you want to say.

What's your style?

Portraits?

Or is it action?

I don't know who you are as a photographer.

Thanks.

- Got it all? - Yeah.

Don't take any risks.

I promise.

You promise?

You said that last time and took some anyway.

Be careful.

Seleka, who are you to come kill us?

Seleka, who are you to come kill us?

Seleka, who are you to come kill us?

The Central African Republic (CAR).

Since their coup in March 2013, Seleka rebels have sowed terror.

On November 16, they assassinate a judge.

Peace and only peace!

Peace and only peace!

Peace and only peace!

Bangui November 22, 2013

- You're all students? - All of us.

- What are you studying? - Us 3, Economy.

At the university over there?

- You're a journalist? - Yeah.

- You work for? - I'm a photographer.

You have to talk about us and our situation.

- That's why I'm here. - The world needs to know.

We're sick of it! We want the truth.

We're suffering.

Is this the campus?

Yeah!

- Is this where you have class? - It's where we live.

Leïla, are you Muslim?

No, I'm Christian.

But isn't your name...

My father's Muslim.

Keep your shoes on.

I'm not the President! It says "no exceptions."

You're our guest. We don't mind.

So whose room is this?

The boys' room.

- Just boys? - Yes, 4 of us.

This is my bed.

- And that's your guitar? - Yep.

Everyone, get together for a group photo.

Smile!

No running water?

No, we go downstairs to get it.

Since when?

Over 10 years.

Decades.

- Did the coup change things? - Lots of things.

- Like what? - People were robbed, others killed.

- Lots of violence. - Like during the mutinies.

No, no...

Before the Muslims, things were good.

- Why accuse the Muslims? - It's true.

Muslims aren't all Seleka. Abdou's not a Seleka.

- We're the first victims. - How?

My cousin was robbed and tortured. He's at the hospital.

Our entire neighborhood was pillaged. You're telling me about a cousin.

I don't agree.

- It's not the same. - The Muslims brought the Seleka.

Don't lump them all together.

It's the Muslims!

You support the Seleka, don't you?

Idiot.

- I'm gonna engage you. - You should!

What does "engage" mean?

I'm gonna smack him! He's a thug!

- I'm 25 years old. - 25?

You're not scared coming to a country in crisis?

Am I too old or too young?

Too young!

You're not afraid of the shooting?

- I'm interested. - Really?

Interested in what?

What good does it do us?

- All of your pictures. - What do we get out of it?

When you protest,

what do you get?

We do it for the country.

It's the same for me.

If I wanted to earn lots of money, I wouldn't be here.

I'm here because...

I want to show what's happening.

I want to support your country,

and incite people to come help.

Are you married?

You always talk about money! Can't we talk about other things?

He asked if you were married?

No.

- Any children? - No.

- Are your parents worried? - Yes.

Aren't they afraid?

Yes, but they let me come.

And you're not afraid?

I'm interested in telling your story.

You're interested, ok. But aren't you afraid of the Seleka?

No.

Drop her off at the nuns' behind Fateb.

That's 200 CFA.

It's 150. Don't pay him more.

- We'll see you tomorrow. - See you then!

Chicken shawarma with garlic sauce.

And cabbage.

How's your family?

- How's your family? - Fine, thank you. You?

Whitey!

- Give me 500 francs. - I did this morning!

Give 500!

We're hungry.

Here.

Share it.

Share it! That's all I have.

Early December 2013.

The capital is calm, but war wages in the North.

The Seleka are pillaging and burning villages.

The population forms self-defense militias: The Anti-Balaka.

Rodrigue, please.

Prepare table 7.

- What do you want? - A beer.

- What about some sauerkraut? - No.

Excuse me, are you journalists?

Yes. What gave us away?

My name is Camille, I'm a photographer.

I'm François, journalist.

- François Quessemand from Le Monde. - Exactly.

I'm Camille Lepage. I sent you an email with some pictures.

- Ok. I didn't reply? - No.

I'll do it soon.

I wanted to know if by chance you needed a photographer.

Well, I'm accompanied by this ravishing creature.

- Hi. - Michaël Zumstein.

Pleased to meet you.

Mathias Fincher.

I saw your pictures of Gaza in the New York Times. They were...

- They were amazing. - Thank you.

So, what are your plans here?

We hope to go north tomorrow.

Toward Bossangoa? You're interested in the Anti-Balaka?

I heard they might attack Bangui.

That's the rumor.

With machetes...

Can I come in the car with you?

I'm asking because alone it's hard financially.

We would've been happy to, but...

It's not possible.

At least, not this time.

Sorry.

Another time?

Ok, fine. Enjoy your meal.

CAR, my homeland

CAR, land of peace

Today, we have a guest named Camille

She's pink as a shrimp Like she's been cooked

Hey, but is the meal arriving by taxi?

Or by boat?

What's going on?

We hear talk about the Seleka We hear the rattle of gunfire

Then the crying of women and children

Cyril, you know the horror, too

United like the fingers of one hand

Let us lift CAR up again

When will the meal be ready?

Where is our gozo?

Bring us some food!

Bring us the gozo!

Let's call it!

Call the gozo!

Even the whitey wants gozo.

Do you know any Anti-Balaka?

Yes, lots of people from my neighborhood.

Friends, too.

So you know lots of people there?

Even my cousin is there.

How long has he been there?

Last month. The Seleka came for him.

- To capture him, but he escaped. - Near Bossangoa?

Yeah, near Paoua, Bossangoa.

Are they still there?

Yes.

And if I wanted to meet them?

It's tricky.

It'll be complicated.

Djotodia, resign!

Djotodia, resign!

The Seleka just killed again! Take pictures! The world has to know!

Djotodia, resign!

Calm down, Seleka!

Calm down, Seleka!

Our fathers are crying

Our mothers are crying

Our children are crying

Sooner or later, you'll have to pay!

Writing with my tears at the risk of my life

All these people displaced Hundreds of kilometers disgraced

The people have risen But not for Bozizé and his party

The people suffer in their majority

If the Seleka had a vision To bring Bozizé back to reason

Why's there so much annihilation?

Sooner or later, you'll have to pay!

Sooner or later,

You'll have to pay!

They have to pay!

The Seleka must leave!

Djotodia must resign!

Resignation!

This is our country!

They must leave!

We'll die here!

Evacuate the road! Out of the way!

Djotodia resign!

Here they come!

- No pictures! - She's a journalist!

A journalist!

Leave her alone!

- I have an authorization. - Hand over the pictures!

- Go see the chief. - It's ok.

Look! I work here often.

I'm here all the time. It's ok.

It's Camille.

Come in.

What's going on?

The Seleka came last night.

- Why didn't you call me? - They were everywhere.

What were they looking for?

Cyril. They must've spotted him at the protest.

Because of his rap.

- All I did was sing. - Against the Seleka!

Someone snitched.

You think they were looking for you?

I'm absolutely sure of it.

They were everywhere in the building.

They'll come back.

That's what scares me.

We all hid on the roof yesterday.

- Do you have a place to go? - His sister's.

But they're everywhere!

They won't look for you there.

Staying here is too dangerous.

- Call if anything happens. - Ok.

Wait...

Here. Take it.

Did you want to go with him?

No.

Cyril's your boyfriend!

What?

Tell me!

Come on, you can tell me!

- Tell you what? - That he's your boyfriend.

Is it Abdou?

With his crazy eyes!

- Want another? - Yes, thanks.

Rodrigue?

Can we have another round, please?

For my generation, it was Bosnia, Sarajevo.

It was insane.

And I continued...

Iraq, Afghanistan...

I feel like I've had several lives, like a spy.

You never felt like staying?

Not really.

I find it strange, going from country to country.

- No... - Isn't it frustrating?

No, it's exciting.

Country to country without getting to know the people?

- Getting to know the people? - Yeah.

Are you kidding?

That's an illusion, you're on opposite sides of the camera.

What can you build? You're going back to France.

You don't get to know people.

You can't imagine what they're going through.

You're screwed if you do that. Be careful!

Well, I don't know...

How about you? Get anything published?

In South Sudan, I worked for AFP.

Then I had some photos published.

Right now, it's pretty rough.

If France intervenes, you'll have work.

Did you contact Libération?

Wrote to the photo department. Nothing.

Doesn't surprise me. Call Maria.

Maria Malagardis. On my behalf.

Ok. What does she do?

She's in charge of Africa.

Ok.

Thanks a lot.

It's nothing.

Thursday December 5, 2013

Not now, not now. Tomorrow.

Easy!

Scram!

- Go home! - It's fine!

- You're crazy walking here. - I couldn't stay there!

- Are the Anti-Balaka attacking? - They were repelled.

The north of town is being hit: PK10, Boy Rabe.

You can't stay over there. We'll find you a room here.

I'll pay three times that. However much you want.

Where is this van?

Find a car?

Hey.

No one can bring it?

Out of 3,500 guys, no one can bring a van?

I don't give a shit. I'm paying!

Fuck me! The only vehicle in Bangui.

- I know. - No driver?

No driver. Know why? They're all afraid.

I found two grenades in the glove compartment.

I sent him home with twice the pay and kept the vehicle.

Mathias! We have to get going.

- Bringing your chick? - Shut up.

Have a problem with chicks? Thanks all the same.

- She's funny. - Yeah, hilarious.

It's deserted.

Hello, François Quessemand, from Le Monde.

Any update on the French intervention?

Are they deploying today?

Hello? I was...

Ask where.

He hung up on me.

We're going to the hospital.

Then to PK5 on the Muslim side.

- Stop! - What the hell is that?

Holy shit.

12:40 pm Community Hospital morgue

The stench...

See the ones that just arrived?

There are some outside, too. Go see.

Gimme a sec.

Fuck! You never listen!

Don't talk to me like that!

You keep getting in the way!

She's always in front!

- We keep telling you. - Ballbreaker!

Go fuck yourself!

The CAR is holding its breath.

Since last March, chaos has been complete.

The French Army may intervene in coming days.

They're awaiting the UN's green light

and a resolution in coming hours.

The French have to come, for fuck's sake!

They're waiting for the UN's mandate.

It's a massacre, François. They just need to come!

We've intervened without a mandate too many times.

That's what you don't get.

Mandate, my ass! It won't change a thing.

We're out front.

Yes, in front of the shop.

Cyril!

The Seleka went door to door,

they killed my neighbor and came to my place.

- Where were you? - I hid behind the fridge.

The others, under the bed.

Luckily, they didn't find us.

Ladies and gentlemen, the situation in the CAR

is frightening.

7:20 pm President Hollande's address

Massacres are still going on

as I speak.

In the face of such chaos,

the Security Council unanimously adopted a resolution

to provide security,

restore stability

and protect the population.

France will support this operation.

Shut up.

...we owe assistance and solidarity...

Work's on its way.

I give them 10 min to call.

"Small country!" It's bigger than France.

"A country that is our friend."

Yes, speaking.

It's Libération!

Can I send them tonight?

What else? Show me.

- C'mon, agree already! - Not that one.

- I shouldn't send it? - This one and the other one.

Hit send.

Here's to your publication.

To Camille!

To France!

December 8, 2013 Arrival of French troops in the CAR

They're Seleka!

Walk!

We're pillaging the Muslims.

December 10, 2013 Fouh Mosque

Muslims out

Who do the Muslims think they are?

Camille!

...several armored troop vehicles.

Boali Camp command says the imminent French reinforcement

coming from Cameroun and Gabon already has a dissuasive effect.

But witnesses speak of pillaging and violence in certain neighborhoods.

The torrential rain

may calm the Christian and Muslim armed gangs.

Many casualties yesterday.

80 bodies, some burnt, inside a mosque,

many cadavers along the roads,

and at least 50 bodies were brought to the local morgue.

Hundreds of wounded need treatment in a climate of fear.

The streets are clear of traffic, a supermarket...

During Seleka disarmament, the Anti-Balaka went on the offensive

hunting down the last Muslims in poorer districts.

France powerlessly watched the rising tide of violence.

They're here.

Keep driving.

Stop the car!

Keep going.

Don't stop.

We're the press!

We're the press!

Calm down!

Accelerate.

Journalist!

We're the press! Calm down!

Easy!

We're through.

It's over.

Here to Cameroun, how much?

Cameroun, 5,000.

That's too much.

That's the price.

5,000 is too expensive.

And for pay-on-arrival?

Just a minute, please.

Just a minute.

- You have enough? - I'll pay half now, half on arrival.

I can give you the money.

- No, it's ok. - I can lend you money.

My brother will pay the other half.

You have enough for the trip and 3 days of food?

I'm good, thanks.

It's fine.

- Take care of yourself. - Thanks.

Call when you reach Cameroun.

I'll stay in touch.

I need your number there.

I'll call you once I get to Cameroun.

Driver?

You have to pay now.

He's pay-on-arrival.

I give you 2,500.

The driver refuses.

2,500 now.

Ok, give me 2,500.

I'll take your bags.

Take care of yourself.

Goodbye.

We stay in touch?

We stay in touch.

Leïla?

Come in! What are you doing here?

- I was looking for you. - How are you?

It's been days since you disappeared.

I'm sorry. I've been so busy with work.

Don't drop friends like that!

I thought you might've left.

I'm sorry. How are you? It's heated in your neighborhood.

People are fleeing because they're scared.

They're taking shelter at the airport.

Have you fled too?

No, I'm not scared. We're waiting to see how things evolve.

We will die here!

Obey the soldiers! Move back!

We're going to kill him! He's a Seleka!

Go on, take pictures!

I'm not Muslim, brother!

I'm Central African!

I'm not Muslim!

I'm not Muslim!

We're gonna make you eat your balls!

Dirty Muslim!

Kill him!

Let me smash his head in! Kill him!

Take pictures!

Shit, it's gory.

- You were there all day, Stol? - Yeah.

They're cutting his dick off.

Did you photograph that too?

- Her baptism by fire. - What a baptism...

- Ok, I'm sending it. - You can't send that!

We're not here to take pictures of the sunset.

Imagine if the victim's family sees these photos.

Bullshit argument.

In France, you'd think differently.

This isn't France. People are getting macheted!

What do these photos say?

Where's the journalistic value? It's gratuitous.

Gratuitous?

They tell the story of what's happening here!

Gratuitous, my ass.

They tell that Africans are savages?

Are you fucking nuts?

We're not inventing the violence!

Ever wonder if it's not for our benefit?

"Take pictures!" They're putting on a show.

Leïla!

Leïla!

Hello.

I was a friend of Leïla's.

We met at the university.

She told me about you. You're Camille?

- Thank you. - I was very fond of her.

That's kind of you.

Thank you.

My condolences.

The Seleka forced an elder out of this house

and Leïla tried to intervene.

They called her a slut!

- She said, "My name is Leïla." - A Muslim name.

"How dare you say that!" And they killed her.

We'll never have peace with the Muslims here.

Cyril is right!

We must fight them! Clean the country.

But it's their country, too! They were born here.

They're all the same! We take them in and look what they do!

- They won't get away with it. - What're you going to do?

That's your answer? Use your head!

You're lecturing me? That's the problem with you!

You still think this is your country. This isn't your home, ok?

- Colonization is over! - What's your point?

You destroy all our leaders.

You killed Boganda, ousted David Dacko. And Bokassa, too!

- And Patassé? - You wreak havoc!

Who is "you"? Me?

You think you're different?

You're the same. All you want is your photos!

You come, you take, and you leave!

International airport

Camille.

You're a great photographer.

You are.

And you know it.

You need to protect yourself.

It's time to think about you.

I mean it.

It's important.

It's important, darling.

Otherwise, you won't be able to continue.

You need to take a step back, have some fun.

Let's go for a walk.

Ok?

Come on.

Put your shoes on!

I don't feel like it.

Come on, Camille.

It'll be good for you.

I'm so tired.

No, wait! She's cheating!

You used both hands!

Angers December 25, 2013

You'd never stooped so low!

She's been my cross to carry for years!

For 5 years, she was covered in pimples!

No! You're so mean!

You can't make fun of that!

She kept whining,

"I'm ugly, I'm fat, no one loves me!"

Only I could stand her.

You loved me.

Yes, I loved you.

Then one day, she bloomed into a photographer!

Have you heard?

She decided to save Africa!

She said, "All those poor little black people!

"It's not fair!

"I will speak out for those who suffer!

"Cursed countries don't exist! I'm going!

"Mom, can you help me out for a few months?

"I mean a few years!"

"I won't do an internship, Mom. Don't insist.

"No, I won't work in France!

"I have important battles to fight."

"Wait, hello?

"The New York Times?

"Yes, yes...

"It's The New York Times!

"Yes, it's Camille Lepage.

"Camille 'The Page'."

- Loser alert! - Thanks a lot.

Then one day, I was at the dentist's

and I read a magazine in the waiting room.

What do I see? Camille's 5-page photo spread.

Fuck! That's my sister!

Hey guys! You, with the cavity, look at this!

My sister took these!

I was so proud.

Look what she's achieved.

All that to say, little sis', I wasn't very supportive,

because I had doubts.

It seemed impossible to me.

But...

you did it.

What you've done is amazing.

- I'm so proud of you. - We all are.

There's no reason to be.

You crazy or what?

If France intervened, it's because of you.

But what will it change for them?

I don't know what to tell you.

Boys?

Zero in that department.

- Zero? - Not even one.

When's the last time you had sex, girl?

Please don't start!

What happened?

It's complicated.

Not even a flirt with a student?

No.

You met people, didn't you?

Of course.

But being white over there sucks.

You meet people, but ultimately...

- The star is back? - How are you?

- When'd you get back? - A few days ago.

- You going back? - Not sure yet.

How was it over there?

Cheers!

- Was it hard, Camille? - What?

All the violence.

All those horrible images. Did you see things like that?

- What? - Did you see that?

- Yep. - It's nuts.

Yep, totally.

Another one, please.

Camille?

Pleased to meet you. We can kiss hello.

Shall we go to my office?

- Coffee? - No, thank you.

Jill, this is Camille. She took the CAR pictures for us.

Nice to meet you. Great job.

Thomas, this is Camille Lepage.

- You did a great job. - Thank you.

Excuse me.

None of it interests you?

I'm proposing totally different things.

We've already talked about the Central African Republic.

We're done.

Unless something new happens.

Things are happening! Hundreds of thousands of refugees.

People are dying! What more do you want?

I know.

What about Ukraine?

What do you say? How about going to Ukraine?

- I don't understand. - Jan Andersen is going for us.

What do you think?

Me going to Ukraine?

I'm talking about the CAR.

You're not going to become a specialist of CAR.

Think about Ukraine.

Hello!

Easy, easy.

I'm here to see Cyril.

Cyril?

He's a student.

You want a cigarette?

Yeah. Give me a cigarette.

Do you know him? He's tall and thin.

No? He didn't come here?

- Give me three. - No.

I'm giving you one.

What's your name?

Death Defier.

- And you? - Five Minutes.

- Five Minutes? - And you're Two Minutes?

Who's One Minute?

I'm Yanguiré. Who are you?

Camille.

- Why're you here? - I'm looking for my friend.

You're a spy.

I'm just looking for Cyril.

He's not here? Ok, I'm going then.

You're pretty.

- Thanks. - I love you.

You love me?

That was fast!

That was fast!

Don't touch my bag.

Stop.

Easy! Calm down!

What's this?

She won't cooperate.

What is this nonsense?

- Shut up! - Yes, sir!

Get back to your posts!

Why are you here?

I was looking for my friend Cyril.

Who is Cyril?

A friend. He's not here. I'll go.

Do I look stupid?

- No, I didn't mean... - Give me that!

To the office!

I don't need to go to the office. Wait!

Give me my phone.

I don't need to go to the office. My taxi is waiting. Easy!

- I'm going. - Move!

We caught her.

We're gonna kill her!

- What's she doing here? - Shut up.

Why are you here? If I see you again,

I'll kill you.

Back off!

- Good day to you, sir. - At ease.

Hello.

Speak out loud!

Yes, that's me.

Why did you come in secret?

I didn't. I have an authorization.

I don't understand what you're saying.

- I'm not with RFI radio. - You're a spy!

- A spy? - Yes!

Calm down!

- I don't... - We're not criminals!

You don't know what's going on here. You talk about what suits you.

I've been here a long time.

I was here when Judge Bria was killed.

Were you?

I was with Tanguy Rézidou's family

when they pulled out the body. I was here.

And when Fleury Doumana was killed. I was here.

On December 5, I went to Boy Rabe.

She was in Boy Rabe.

- You know her? - Yes.

She helped me when the Seleka were looking for me.

So you're a traitor too!

We all know why we're here. Control yourself.

Talk that way to the kids, not to me.

Calm down!

You've been here since December?

Do you like it here?

It's my new home.

You have a gun, does that mean you're a chief?

They trust me.

They are young. My age.

We can laugh together, make jokes...

When they commit acts of violence, do they realize it?

Do they realize how horrific their actions are?

When someone has killed,

can you see it in their eyes?

You sure you want to come with us?

I'm sure!

- Our country or our blood! - We'll overcome!

- Our country or our blood! - We'll overcome!

We are here

because foreigners

came here to mistreat us.

They seized what belonged to us.

They raped our women and sisters.

This is our country,

but we cannot live in peace.

We cannot eat our fill.

We must take our country back from these foreigners.

We'll kill them!

- Who does this country belong to? - Us!

- Who does this country belong to? - Us!

Start your engines.

Raise your guns where I can see them!

Chief, recruit me!

Thank you for your welcome.

Chief, look, I have a machete.

Chief, we want to be Anti-Balaka!

Agreed, don't worry.

- Chief, I have a rifle. - Well done!

We must reclaim our country.

This is our country!

Thank you!

- Did you get some sleep? - Yeah.

Can I take your picture?

Yes.

What does that mean?

I don't understand.

He says, you're tiring with your pictures.

I don't speak French.

My pictures tire you out?

No.

- It bothers you? - Yes.

It's not a problem.

So many photos. Too many.

What did he say?

The Chief must come...

quickly, so we can attack in Bambari.

The Seleka have already caused a lot of trouble there.

Understand?

You're in a hurry to go?

Yes.

You're not afraid of dying?

No.

I'm fighting for my country.

If I die...

that's a good thing.

Because I'm fighting for my country.

If I die,

my little boy will...

He'll be sad?

Yes.

My French isn't good.

You're doing a good job. I understand you.

- There! They set fire to the village. - It's Komegombu.

Let's move! Start the motorcycles.

The Seleka are in that village.

This way!

Disperse!

Check this house!

Behind the palm trees!

She's still breathing!

Get the wounded outside.

Take care of her.

Come back here.

They've left.

Come here.

Don't be afraid. Come.

What happened?

The Seleka were here.

They tried to kill us and pillaged the village.

They killed my brothers.

- How many men? - 10.

Not 10, 20.

They beat us all up.

- Which way did they go? - We didn't see them leave.

Probably that way.

Chief!

They went that way. I found their trace.

Get down!

They're here!

See them?

Hervé, over here.

Fire!

Stay down!

Private, with me! Get up.

We've got them!

We wounded one.

Leave the body. Let's go!

We killed him.

We cut him up.

Camille, we cut off his arm!

We dismembered the animal.

Your eyes are swollen. Did you cry?

I don't understand.

Come bathe, it'll give you strength.

That's bath water?

Come and wash.

Is that ok?

A little.

I'll take this off.

Wash.

Take your clothes off and wash.

The Seleka killed her husband and her son.

My aunt spent two months in the bush.

Living on roots and leaves.

The Seleka killed a lot of people here.

You understand the hell we live in?

You've killed too.

What's the idea? An eye for an eye?

If everyone thinks like that, nothing will change.

You hunt the Fulani, too. You never leave them in peace.

And you wonder why they rebel?

Don't talk to me like that.

I didn't bring you here to get lectured.

If you're not happy,

go back to Bangui.

Here.

Eat.

You're not eating with us?

Taste it.

It's a meal I prepared for you.

You're her guest. You have to eat. Eat.

You're getting better at that.

It's delicious.

Thank you.

I like gozo very much.

Good.

Thank you.

I told her how you helped me pay for the taxi

when the Seleka came for me.

She thinks you saved my life.

No, thank you for your kindness.

What do you think about what Cyril does?

What do you think about the Anti-Balaka?

The Anti-Balaka, the Seleka,

are men who fight.

But in the end, it's the women who suffer.

She wants you to bring me to France for a better life.

But if everyone leaves for France...

This is where things need to change.

The country needs to be re-built.

I love your country.

See, I'm here, not in France.

I don't live in France.

Take him with you.

There's nothing good to be had here.

Uncle, I want some water.

Go to sleep.

Here.

- All good? - Thank you.

Have everything you need?

See you tomorrow.

This land is a land of suffering and sadness

In heaven there's a place where we can rest

O my parents,

You have no idea, I'm the one who knows

In heaven there's a place where we can rest

Sometimes I wake up and wonder what I'm doing here.

Alone in the middle of this war that's not mine.

What would I be doing in France?

I'd have a job somewhere.

We'd go for drinks and dance all night.

Narcisse?

Why do I feel so good here?

I'll always be a foreigner to them.

A white woman.

And yet, I feel more at home here than anywhere else.

I've always wanted to be here.

Alive like never before.

With my brothers.

My human brothers.

Good morning!

How are you?

Good.

And you?

- Sleep well? - I did.

I'm not in the mood for your pictures!

- Did you sleep well? - I did.

Have you taken enough already?

- Hey! - How are you, Camille?

- And you? - Good.

Camille!

All set?

Let's go!

On May 12, 2014, Camille Lepage was caught in an ambush

with the Anti-Balaka she was accompanying.

Camille, the chief and 3 fighters were killed instantly.

This film is based on true events.

It is dedicated to all the victims of the Central African Republic crisis.

Subtitles by Mariette Kelley

Subtitling TITRAFILM