Sylvaine Dampierre

Olmany, Terebejov, Gorodnaïa: Three villages in the Stolyn district, Belarus, 200 kilometers from Chernobyl. In this area, the radiation rate was considered too low to justify the systematic evacuation of the population. Sixteen years after the disaster, life continues in a seemingly unchanged landscape. These farming communities face an invisible threat on a daily basis.

In the community gardens of New York

We discover a modest, almost derisory garden, located in the heart of the women's prison in Rennes, Brittany, France.

Sartène, a Corsican village enclosed in the stone corset of a town, a fortress clinging to its mountain, is like an island within an island. The space in Sartène is shared, surveyed for decades according to an immutable rite and on the margins of the square which forms its heart, stand the North Africans.

We follow Fernand, a former worker at Renault, in his allotment in the heart of the most famous industrial wasteland on the Île Saint-Germain, an island located in the Seine, in Issy-les-Moulineaux in the Hauts-de-Seine near Paris, France.

On Guadeloupe, an archipelago in the Caribbean, the past speaks up. Sylvaine Dampierre has the workers of an old sugar refinery read passages from the transcripts of an 1842 court case, while the machines roar and groan in the background. The testimonies of the slaves from back then in the rusty halls of today give rise to a polyphony both explosive and poetic in nature.

Returning to the island that her father left 50 years earlier, the filmmaker goes back in time to retrace the history of her name.

A garden in Réunion