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Nous sommes dans le sud-ouest de Madagascar, pays d’éleveurs. Il y a six mois déjà, un homme est mort, grand éleveur de boeufs. Dans sa maison, chaque jour, seule, sans presque jamais sortir, sa veuve l’a veillé. Aujourd’hui, alors que son tombeau s’achève, ses parents, ses amis, son troupeau vont l’accompagner. Il partira, cette fois définitivement, rejoindre ses ancêtres, laissant derrière lui une trace, un dernier souvenir de l’univers des vivants : une sépulture hérissée de bois sculptés, chacun portant une image de la vie, de ses passions et de ses rêves.
We are in the South-West of Madagascar. Six months ago, a man died who was a great stock-breeder. Ever since, his lonely wife, staying almost all day long in their house, has sat up with the corpse. Today, as his tomb is finally completed, his family, friends and herd, everybody is going to escort him. Eventually, he will depart, definitely, to meet his ancestors, leaving a trace behind him, last tocken of the living world: a burial-place alls bristled up with wooden carved boards, each one illustrating an episode of his life passions and dreams.
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