Descampados

The wasteland is a land without memory, without past or future. It is the resounding present of the people who inhabited it in all its splendor. Like the ruins of a bygone time, it is not completely destroyed and remains eternal in its decrepitude. It is a place out of time, abandoned, free, like a lost paradise. Descampados is a story about the confines of the city: they are the outskirts of Algiers where Camus played soccer as a child; the place where Pasolini was found dead; it is the indelible scar opened by the Berlin Wall or the outskirts of our developmentalism that anonymous beings populated. But, above all, it is a chronicle about the construction of a moral territory.