Just imagine: we start out from the Mer d’Iroise at the end of Finistère, from my home, lulled by the Breton language, then head due south towards the Basque Coast and its language like no other. These phonemes, full of meaning to those who understand them, are simply music to the ears of those who hear them. We then pass Gibraltar and its Columns of Hercules, to the strains of a Judeo-Spanish lullaby. Going back in time, in search of the original source of a civilization, we make a stopover in Malta, to the sound of a “Għana” (traditional Maltese music) melted into knights’ songs, to head due east towards a dreamed-of Ithaca, a symbolic Greece, a maternal womb… before setting off again like Ulysses for who knows where, for it’s not the stopover that the sailor dreams of, but the crossing.
Finally, I’d like to thank Roland Hayrabédian for having been the driving force behind this project, for trusting me and listening to my questions, doubts and passions. Benoît Menut
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