The pack of people who were content with all the little that they got from the desert, were called Al-Queida, by the white powers (France) and were tortured and looted of their Uranium. They were not left in peace because they were weak and did not have access to the world. Their language failed them in communicating outside their pack. No cameras could reach them. No journalist could comment on them. Amidst all this storming the lens of Luis Escastin reached the Tuareg Desert in Mali. With the backdrop of the blazing desert his camera panned the exotic life of these tribes.
His camera captured the essence of their lives through their rugged voices, exotic colours and scorched faces. The lost cattle, the dead women and the poisoned water spoke of the atrocities meted out to them. The natural light in which the film was shot adds to its aesthetic beauty.
Nothing of the scorching, thirsty desert can be found on the faces of the people as the camera zooms in on their lives. They are content with what they have. Angry and frustrated at such realities, the audience feels the injustice as white powers of colonialisation take away with them the smiles of the population.
