Comme un chien dans un arrosoir

For ten years I have been sharing my life between the island of Reunion and France. In these incessant back and forth, I often feel like a dog in a watering can. There the boredom, here the lack of there. This film is my exploratory trip to the island and my desire to return there. This place becomes a central character, torn between its tangled and buried roots and its progressive Westernization since recent decades. For ten years I have been sharing my life between the island of Reunion and France. In these incessant back and forth, I often feel like a dog in a watering can. There the boredom, here the lack of there. This film is my exploratory trip to the island and my desire to return there. This place becomes a central character, torn between its tangled and buried roots and its progressive Westernization since recent decades. For ten years I have been sharing my life between the island of Reunion and France. In these incessant back and forth, I often feel like a dog in a watering can. There the boredom, here the lack of there. This film is my exploratory trip to the island and my desire to return there. This place becomes a central character, torn between its tangled and buried roots and its progressive Westernization since recent decades. For ten years I have been sharing my life between the island of Reunion and France. In these incessant back and forth, I often feel like a dog in a watering can. There the boredom, here the lack of there. This film is my exploratory trip to the island and my desire to return there. This place becomes a central character, torn between its tangled and buried roots and its progressive Westernization since recent decades.