Blood Does Not Dry on the Tongue

This is a story of women of the Algerian darkness, the "new women of contemporary Algiers/' Bits and pieces of life brought back, related in the goings and comings of female travelers, passengers in a relay station, an overnight lodging where they catch their breath, and remember. Stages not of flight, but of mobility; dialogues exchanged between Algerian women from here and there. Abruptly, patches of life are illumined, and collapse: images, then, of pursuit, flight, death. And sometimes also of hope, in this long night.