Biram and Mareme embark on two different paths to adventure: Biram leaves Senegal for Tenerif and Lampedusa and Mareme heads for Paris and Rome. They meet up again in Sicily, like two lost strangers who share only childhood memories, fear and the eagerness to really start living their lives…
Biram is seventeen and hasn’t done much in his life. But he has time and a lot of imagination so every day he takes his binoculars and looks out over the horizon where he imagines his life, thousands of miles from Senegal and Mbour: Funk dancing on the dance floor, sporting a leather jacket, driving a German car, a woman on each arm… Forgotten are his small, dusty village in the middle of nowhere and his aunt’s old house. Forgotten, too, the dingy café where he works twice a week and the weeping women he runs into at the beach every day who mourn their absent sons, those who left for the adventure and never came home. Forgotten even his first love, Mareme, a young, snooty girl from Dakar, who returns to Mbour for vacation.
When Biram stands in front of the ocean, it’s as if he owns the world. He couldn’t care less what “the veterans” say, those who left for Europe and have now returned - living proof that ‘the adventure’ often ends up back at the starting point, sitting on a busted sofa chatting about missed opportunities. Biram and Mareme both cherish the dream of leaving Mbour where time seems to pass so much more slowly than elsewhere. They have decided to try the adventure.