Un rêve algérien
Shot entirely in Algeria, this film is a journey through the country in the company of the man who was the director of the only anti-colonial daily newspaper of the time, the mythical "Alger républic…

Un rêve algérien
Shot entirely in Algeria, this film is a journey through the country in the company of the man who was the director of the only anti-colonial daily newspaper of the time, the mythical "Alger républicain". When this man accepts the idea of dying for a country that is not his own, he is 36 years old - The first tortured person to publicly reveal the practices of the French army, Henri Alleg, for the whole world, is "The Question", a book published in 1958, in the middle of the Algerian war - For Algerians, Henri Alleg is first and foremost a mythical newspaper: "Alger Républicain" . - But for the child that I was, Henri and his companions are above all the proof that another Algeria was possible, where all his people - Arab-Berbers, Blackfoot and Jews - could have lived together - Escorted by a security convoy, cloistered in this car, we haunted the roads and nights of Algeria in the footsteps of their history - I was born from their dream of brotherhood. It made me grow up. Yet this dream, as if deprived of a burial place, seems to have disappeared long ago, to have never even existed. Buried under innumerable layers of silence, could I exhume it?

Un rêve algérien
Documentary
Film Details
Shot entirely in Algeria, this film is a journey through the country in the company of the man who was the director of the only anti-colonial daily newspaper of the time, the mythical "Alger républicain". When this man accepts the idea of dying for a country that is not his own, he is 36 years old - The first tortured person to publicly reveal the practices of the French army, Henri Alleg, for the whole world, is "The Question", a book published in 1958, in the middle of the Algerian war - For Algerians, Henri Alleg is first and foremost a mythical newspaper: "Alger Républicain" . - But for the child that I was, Henri and his companions are above all the proof that another Algeria was possible, where all his people - Arab-Berbers, Blackfoot and Jews - could have lived together - Escorted by a security convoy, cloistered in this car, we haunted the roads and nights of Algeria in the footsteps of their history - I was born from their dream of brotherhood.
It made me grow up. Yet this dream, as if deprived of a burial place, seems to have disappeared long ago, to have never even existed. Buried under innumerable layers of silence, could I exhume it?.