The dim light of night covers a stony desert in Algeria. By the light of the moon, Faouzi, IIyes and Idriss are walking; we have no idea if they are running away or looking for something. They arrive at ‘the white’, an abandoned farm in the middle of the steppe. Slowly, another face appears in their dream. It is the face of otherness, the face of one who is absent: their distant ancestor, Madalena Aoles, a Spanish woman kidnapped by the soldiers of Emir Abd-el-Kader.