Sango nini
Flying over the city’s roofs the voice of an African storyteller takes us from one encounter to antoher in the everyday life of Brussels’ Zairians. In Northern « Matongué » they search continuously for their country through music, colors and words. By successive touches a mosaic of faces and silhouettes is filling the quietness of the district. They live with us. They walk in our streets. They dream in our walls. However, our eyes rarely meet.
Flying over the city’s roofs the voice of an African storyteller takes us from one encounter to antoher in the everyday life of Brussels’ Zairians. In Northern « Matongué » they search continuously for their country through music, colors and words. By successive touches a mosaic of faces and silhouettes is filling the quietness of the district. They live with us. They walk in our streets. They dream in our walls. However, our eyes rarely meet.