Teslem, Dehba and Jadija work in a fish farm in the Saharawi refugee camps. Where? In Algeria, in the middle of the desert, very far from their land. They no longer have the sea, but they do have fish.
Two women sustain a world where care is in ruins. Gladys, from her everlasting confinement in the house where she works as a live-in servant. Ima, everlasting waiting in front of the sea for the next ship breaking its nets. Both have unrecognized jobs in which duties invade them until there’s no room for their own lives. Spaces that are work, works that are houses and houses that are not always homes.
Sometimes, borders are invisible. Other times they are presented to us as mighty walls that defy spaces, entering the sea or growing high towards the sky. What is wilder? A person trying to cross a border or the border itself?