Andry RANARISOA

We are in a remote place in the big city of Antananarivo, two men are contemplating the twilight sun. The first, a soldier, in his forties, the second, an old man sitting on a chair, his back bent, he supports himself with a cane. The latter tells the soldier that a strange woman on the hill opposite practices a little ritual every night: she dances in front of a bonfire. As he prepares to leave to join his family, after two years of absence, this story intrigues him all the more as he cannot see the woman, he is a stranger...