Ines and Rafik are twenty years old and have been working for ten. They have recently lived in the Parisian suburbs, have Tunisian origins but grew up in Sicily: their existence is a precarious movement of interruptions, changes and humiliations. In the house, one is the mirror of the other; here, time stops and the city becomes more distant. When I arrive, they proudly show me the way home: Rue Garibaldi.
