Nardjes A. 2019 (2020) - full transcript
WELCOME TO THE CHAHID
OUMAKHLOUF MAHMOUD DISTRICT
How are you, Dad?
Fine, how are you?
Fine, fine.
How are things looking in Tiaret?
Normal.
Is it OK, nothing has happened?
No, why?
Did something happen in Algiers?
A little. It was tense.
Yeah, it was a bit tense.
That's normal.
I mean it is the capital.
Yeah, it's becoming more discriminatory,
more targeted...
more "Algeria Islamic country",
"El Harrach Islamic country"...
That's clear...
Algiers.
March 8, 2019.
Today is the third Friday
and I can't miss the demonstration.
But the problem is
all public transportation is blocked.
So I have to order
a TemTem driver.
My neighborhood Bachdjerrah
is far from the center,
so I have no other choice.
My parents live here
and family is my epicenter.
I barely slept three hours.
The day before the demonstration
is like the eve of the Eid holiday
when we were young.
I'm not hungry.
Nor sleepy.
I wake up early and excited.
I don't want
to miss anything today.
Before going out, I say
a heavy-hearted goodbye to my parents.
Anything could happen.
My childhood
was marked by the Black Decade.
It was a nightmare
for the Algerians.
A lot of people were affected
It changed a lot of lives.
I don't know if I should laugh,
or cry.
Last summer I was so exhausted
by my life here that I lost hope.
Part of me wanted to get a visa,
a one-way ticket
and never look back.
Another part of me,
a part inhabited by Algeria,
would not dare to leave.
It's like I'm running away.
I couldn't leave my homeland.
After all these years,
came February 22.
From that moment on,
I knew I couldn't leave the country.
Now I'll stay.
So do your stuff.
We'll begin a bit later then.
So you don't have to wait for me.
OK, see you later.
Kisses.
Are you coming, too?
Come and we'll go together!
Hello!
Adoula, Asma, how are you?
Hello!
Djidji?
Who's upstairs?
Today is March 8.
Algerian people
are known for their sense of humor.
A Facebook post said women should go out
without makeup to scare the policemen.
So I did the opposite.
I usually go out without makeup.
So today I got my fake eyelashes,
nails and make-up done.
Now I'm going out. This is how I am.
I do what I want.
We protest every Friday
not only to free Algeria,
but to free every single Algerian.
The Maghreb Café where I work
is a place of joy:
art, meetings,
young people, exchanges...
Since February 22,
it has become
a meeting place for protesters.
The owner is a former Moudjahid
(Freedom Fighter).
I remember the first Friday.
His son wanted to close
the café at prayer time.
His dad shouted at him
and demanded they stay open.
He wanted the protesters
to be able to rest
and get something to
drink before marching.
VINEGAR
No fifth mandate,
oh Bouteflika
The special police force
is on our side
Bravo, women!
An elderly woman!
For those who love the country:
you won't be leaving.
For those who worship power:
it's leaving forever.
Bravo, women!
Bravo to you, too!
Bravo, the people!
Hand in hand, oh women,
there won't be a fifth mandate
Take some pictures.
Do a youyou.
All of you, do youyous.
Perfect,
we'll see each other there.
Kisses, take care.
I remember the first demonstration
on the 22nd.
It was incredible!
Nobody knew who organized it.
I went out of curiosity.
It was the first time
Algeria experienced anything like that.
A lot of Algerians
feel the same way:
for the first time,
we're feeling a sense of belonging
with our fellow citizens
and this country.
It's true:
we risk being sprayed
with teargas and arrested.
There's always a risk.
But the more
we go out on the streets,
the less we fear.
We're a republic
and not a kingdom
- Murderous.
- Regime.
One, two, three, viva Algeria!
You're asleep.
we're the awakening.
Thieves, you ate the country
Just go, seriously.
I should be with my mother-in-law
in the hospital, not here demonstrating.
We're not kidding.
We're tired.
Just go. We're busy next Friday,
we have stuff to do.
I tell the truth.
May God make the Algerian people
overcome and triumph.
May God protect our lives.
I'm ill, but I still came to march.
These are our children.
This is our youth.
We came to support them.
This is our country.
We adore it.
All the lies will vanish
with the help of God.
We swear by the lightning that destroys
By the virtuous and fragrant blood
By the shining, fluttering banners
In the steep and majestic mountains
That we've risen to revolution
In life or death
And we've resolved
That Algeria shall live
So bear witness,
Bear witness, bear witness
Free and democratic Algeria!
The first mandate, let's say it was OK
Even if they cheated us
With the religious war (Dark Decade)
With the second mandate
The story became more evident
La Casa d'El Mouradia
(district of the presidential palace)
For the third mandate
You robbed the country blind
Blame personal interests
With the fourth mandate
The president was just a vegetable
And on and on it goes
We Ultras are a school. To be with us
You need a CV and we'll educate you
Today the people will free, free Algeria
We want to live and stay in Algeria
Get out, FLN!
(Front de Liberation National,
ruling party)
Go! Go!
All of you! All of you!
We have to save freedom
Freedom will save the rest
What's the reason?
Who am I to blame?
We're sick of this life
It's dawn and I can't sleep
So I smoke a little bit
Your sistem is rotten
- Get out, get out.
- We're not keeping quiet.
Finally, we put on our play,
you were fantastic!
The Algerians !
Free and democratic Algeria!
We want democracy.
We want a country of young people.
We don't need old people
in the government.
Old people must leave.
Youth will remain.
We're a country of young people,
people under 25.
It's their country,
their country of origin.
It's their birthplace
and native country.
They aren't going to flee.
We mustn't want to go abroad.
It's our country,
it's our duty.
We'll have to explain
to our children:
it's the history of Algeria.
It's 1954!
It's our history!
We haven't forgotten France!
The blood flows in our veins.
Free and democratic Algeria!
My father is a former member
of the Algerian Communist Party.
He was forced into exile
in Germany in the 90s.
I met him for the first time
when I was almost three.
When he returned from exile,
I was already walking and talking.
I was around three.
When he first held me,
he knew I was a lot like him.
My mother was born in prison.
Because my grandmother was in jail
under the colonial occupation.
My grandmother was released from prison
after my mother's birth.
She left my mother at her aunt's
and rejoined the resistance.
My grandfather died in combat
a few months before my mother's birth.
As the daughter of two martyrs,
my mother was entitled to a pension.
She cried when she got it.
She said she felt responsible.
Like she was betraying her parents.
She kept repeating that
they hadn't died for her to become rich,
but for Algeria to be independent.
Alas, my grandparents didn't live
to see a free and independent Algeria.
God, long live Algeria.
My parents had high hopes
for rebuilding the country.
What a pity.
The wolves took hold of the country,
and Algeria drowned.
I grew up in a family
that won't accept injustice.
I feel like I'm here to pay a debt
to my grandparents and parents.
I think...
it's up to my generation
to step up and speak out again.
Palestine, Palestine
Palestine, the martyrs
(To the police officers:)
Take your cap off and join us
- Ouyahia (Ex-Prime Minister) is hiding!
- You policemen are part of the people!
Ouyahia is hiding!
You policemen are part of the people!
Bring on the special police force
No fifth mandate, oh Bouteflika
Is the special police force still here?
Peaceful, peaceful
- Murderous.
- Regime.
We need a real-life president,
not only a picture
- Murderous.
- Regime.
The people will bring down this regime
Collective of the families
of the disappeared in algeria (CFDA)
Today, what fills me with joy
is walking down the street.
It's seeing that the youth
has understood that
if they don't take back their rights,
no one will do it for them.
This popular movement feels like
a sporting event in a soccer stadium.
Stadiums were the only places
where the youth had the right
to chant slogans
against the regime.
That has spread to the streets
and no one can stop it now.
The Algerian people have
made history by inventing
their own form of demonstration:
celebratory, dancing,
and, above all, the smiling protests.
To be honest, before each demonstration...
we're afraid.
And right after,
reality catches up to us.
In some places, everything can go well,
while in others, it doesn't.
Protesters get beaten up.
A lot can happen.
So we worry.
The moment when we all feel safe
is when we're in the middle of a crowd.
It's simple.
You beat us,
all we have to do is smile
and kill you with peace.
You've made our lives bitter.
You're eating us from the inside
like a cavity.
We're leaving the darkness
with a smile.
You tear each other apart.
And us? We'll unite.
You're injustice and terror.
We are great.
This is the people
We're tired of this, enough,
give us back our country!
Let us live in peace!
Peace!
We're looking for peace!
We're tired of this power.
Peace!
Long live peace!
... democracy, Amazigh, Arab,
make racism disappear...
The people!
The whole world is with us!
Long live Algeria!
Even I am angry,
how did my country become like this?
May God punish you!
May God punish you!
Amen.
With God's help we will succeed!
As our grandparents did!
- Bouteflika, oh!
- The president has no idea!
Give us back our country
Peaceful
How long?
For how long have we been patient?
For how long
have we been patient?
For how long have we been patient?
We're tired of waiting!
We must get back our rights
in our own country! We're tired of it!
We're sick and tired of this regime
That's enough, that's enough,
from the government mafia.
Long live the revolution
He took a jar of injustice
And began to imbibe it
He betrayed his ideals
And began to despise everyone he met
His father wasn't like that
He had dignity and integrity
One word, followed by another
He asks me to follow
And roll up my sleeves
Me, I'm the son of a dignitary
My father's name is printed
On all the letterheads
How dare someone
As undignified as you solicit me
He spit up into the sky
And it fell back in his face
Every Kabyle only respects his relatives
They all say that the father is innocent
But his son belittled him
Our ancestors taught us
That the grain grows like it falls,
But I don't believe that
His father is a dignified man
How is it possible that the son isn't?
There will be no fifth mandate
for France's sons
Vinegar. Should I give him vinegar?
Exactly, it's a pharmaceutical...
When the government pushes, by any means,
the people in the streets,
disobedience is not a right
but a national duty.
Older generations
always despise the younger generation.
They thought we couldn't do anything
or, above all, change anything.
But I disagree.
I've always believed in this generation.
I've always believed in them.
It's true they've never had a choice.
But now we've realized
we have to break from old Algeria.
Now that we demonstrate together,
we've realized
our differences don't divide us.
On the contrary: what has made
this popular movement very strong
are its diversity and its differences.
It's up to us.
And today,
this generation has surprised everyone.
Thanks a lot.
OK.
Where are you?
We're downtown.
Everyone's going home now.
I'll try to take Debussy Street.
Right now
I'm on Didouche Street.
I'll meet you
at the Telecom agency.
The Telecom agency.
The Telecom agency.
Thieves,
you've eaten the country
Only one hero: the people.
I owe a lot to the theater.
It has helped me a lot.
It has made me who I am.
I've done a lot
of amateur theater.
Theater for me
has never been a breadwinner.
At the moment
with what's happening in Algeria,
my friends and I
have made a play called "Freedom."
It's a street show to be performed
in the middle of demonstrations.
Excuse me?
No.
Enough.
No.
No.
I know why...
I already said: enough.
I'm not going to be nice anymore.
You don't want to understand.
May God forgive me.
That's great to hear.
Thank God.
Did you see any?
No, there were no clashes here,
there won't be any.
So how are you doing?
God willing, Mom.
I'm OK.
No, I'm fine.
Who?
May God forgive me.
Inshallah, when I get back.
Yes, yes.
Probably, yes.
Fortunately.
Seriously?
That's not the problem, Mom.
That's not it.
Correct.
So as soon as...
No, no.
I don't need anything, don't worry.
Alright, Mom. Take care.
See you later.
Don't worry.
No, really, don't worry anymore.
It's nothing.
A lot of emo...
That's it. Exactly.
Don't worry.
Kisses, Mom, OK.
Sometimes I tell myself
that Algeria won't change.
It'll stay the same,
the victim of years of mismanagement.
Sometimes
I give myself the right to dream
of a better Algeria.
But in reality,
a person like me
doesn't dream.
You survive with the goal
of living in peace.
Sometimes you just don't want
to run into disturbing situations.
After demonstrating all day,
I don't go home right away.
I wander around and call everyone.
With a heavy heart,
afraid of people
not answering their phones.
Because we can get
bad news at any time.
If someone doesn't show up,
we have to wait 24 hours
to know if they've been
arrested or injured,
or even worse.
Hey, sister.
The others haven't arrived yet?
OK, so give me some water.
Here I am. Thank you.
I love you, sister.
Thanks, dear.
Tell Amel I was here.
Anyway,
at the end of the day
when I call home,
I sense my parents' relief
when they hear my voice
and know I'm safe and sound.
And it's the same for me:
it's comforting to talk to them.
Now, when I call my mom,
I feel her tone has changed.
She's known to be protective.
If she had her way,
I'd never leave home.
She has understood
there's no way.
Staying at home and missing everything
that's happening in Algeria?
Then she became proud of me.
Sometimes I feel her living
vicariously through me
at this historic moment.
I don't know. Manel told me
to wait for her in the city center.
But no news
and I don't know where the others are.
Now I'm looking for a place
to meet up with her.
In Maghreb Café.
I'll call them.
At the Maghreb?
Try to call them now if you can.
- Hello.
- Tassadit!
- Hi.
Hello, it's Nardjes.
- How are you doing ?
- Everything fine, and you?
Listen, I spoke with Manel
and she said they didn't hear from you.
- Is everything OK?
- It was a bad day.
May God preserve you, my dear.
Where are you?
With Amin in the city center.
I'm at El Biar. I'm going to rest
and then go out. I need it.
Where are you?
I have to go out.
- Where are you?
- I'm not far. Next to my house.
You're going home?
Yes, and then I'll go out afterwards.
And where are you going afterwards?
- Sorry but...
- That's ok.
Alright,
we'll go to Olivier Restaurant then.
We'll go to the Olivier then.
Try to call Manel and the others
because I can't reach them.
OK, see you in an hour.
Bye. I'm so glad you're OK.
What did I do?
I didn't mean to...
For you
O my country
We sacrifice our souls for our land
We were once giants
Humiliating our enemies
In the War of Independence
And today we're giants
With peace, we're protecting our values
For you, for you
O my country
We were heroes
Who did not allow
Anything but glory to greet us
Proud of our past
And the present overrides our past
We set off the Revolution
Oh eternity, note our excellence
Then the grand victory was ours
Glory made by our own hands
For you, for you
O my country
The Liberation Army and its Front
Were the two lights on our crown
They said
At the beginning that our dignity
And the people reign here
We share the richness of the people
Justice is part of our values
I have no reception.
OK, call me when you're finished
and we can go together or meet there.
OK, I'll call Manel and...
- Try to call the others.
- OK, I'll call Kadi.
Explain to Kadi what happened.
Oh, damn, they closed.
It's OK,
I'll just grab my keys.
- Thanks.
- No problem.
Thanks, buddy. See you.
How cute!
- That's wrong. Why did you go there?
- I did it for myself.
No, no. So why did you go to the
presidential palace.
You wanted to get hurt?
That's not the goal, Manel!
That's not our goal.
Everything was great
in the city center.
Exactly, but I think I'll be able
to be heard anywhere I am.
Exactly!
Then why go to El Mouradia? Why?
Are there any wounded among us,
injured people whom we know?
No, I didn't know any of them, but...
today I even took off
the pants of some hurt boys.
I saw this one guy's ass!
I swear!
Too much information!
Throughout the day,
I'm so emotional that
going home alone scares me.
That's why I go out at night. If I go
back home after such an intense day,
and sit alone at home,
I get really anxious!
Could I have a lemonade?
Without alcohol.
Is it haram (sinful)
to donate your organs?
What!?
- Seriously?
- Yes, it's haram to donate your organs.
But it's not the body
that goes to God, it's the soul!
It's not the body!
When night falls
after the demonstrations,
I meet my friends
in one of our regular restaurants.
We sum up what happened that day,
whether it was good or bad.
It became a habit for us
to externalize the emotions of the day,
so no one will take
negative vibes home with them.
We're tired.
We're fed up with having
our youth taken away from us.
So we haven't yet
found another solution,
other than living
the present as it is.
So we're giving this moment
our very own personal touch.
We live the moment
with a lot of optimism,
and a lot of hope.
So afterwards in the restaurant,
it's party time!
We're so excited and emotionally saturated
by what happened that day,
we've agreed
that partying is the solution.
While partying, we just let go.
Personally,
I've gotten used to going dancing.
I let myself be carried away
by the music,
the lights,
and the joy.
I sing for love
In the middle of guerrilla warfare
I'll love you forever, my Algeria
I sing for love
In the middle of guerrilla warfare
They don't want peace because
Yhey don't know about guerrilla warfare
In our minds, it's still guerrilla warfare
Guerrilla, guerrilla
I'm not there anymore
If you're looking for me
I'm not there anymore
If she's looking for me
I'm not there anymore
If he's looking for me
I come back from so far away
So far, it could've been from the dead
I dreamed we were no longer poor
And that our successors were all dead
But in reality, they escaped
Or barricaded themselves
You're gonna make it
Mama said, "Be brave, my son"
This one is nice, too.
What's the reason?
Who am I to blame?
We're sick of this life
It's dawn and I can't sleep
So I smoke a little bit
What's the reason?
Who am I to blame?
We're sick of this life
The first mandate, let's say it was OK
Even if they cheated us
With the religious war (Dark Decade)
With the second mandate
The story became more evident
La Casa d'El Mouradia
For the third mandate
You robbed the country blind
Blame personal interests
With the fourth mandate
The president was just a vegetable
And on and on it goes
I looked for you everywhere!
I looked for you everywhere,
you know that?
- Everyone's OK.
- Great.
Algeria means a lot to its people.
It means a lot to me, too.
All I want to tell you is:
you don't know us.
You refuse to look at us.
You don't know what we want.
You made us hate education,
work and existence.
You killed all the beauty
we had inside.
You stole our innocence.
And me?
I know you well.
You underestimated us.
My generation and I
have suffered at your hands for 20 years.
Even more.
I won't forget.
As the rebel that I am,
I can tell you that neither me,
nor my people,
care about you.
You've never talked to us.
So we won't be talking to you.
Us?
We're talking
to the Algeria of tomorrow.
History is going to shut down
OUMAKHLOUF MAHMOUD DISTRICT
How are you, Dad?
Fine, how are you?
Fine, fine.
How are things looking in Tiaret?
Normal.
Is it OK, nothing has happened?
No, why?
Did something happen in Algiers?
A little. It was tense.
Yeah, it was a bit tense.
That's normal.
I mean it is the capital.
Yeah, it's becoming more discriminatory,
more targeted...
more "Algeria Islamic country",
"El Harrach Islamic country"...
That's clear...
Algiers.
March 8, 2019.
Today is the third Friday
and I can't miss the demonstration.
But the problem is
all public transportation is blocked.
So I have to order
a TemTem driver.
My neighborhood Bachdjerrah
is far from the center,
so I have no other choice.
My parents live here
and family is my epicenter.
I barely slept three hours.
The day before the demonstration
is like the eve of the Eid holiday
when we were young.
I'm not hungry.
Nor sleepy.
I wake up early and excited.
I don't want
to miss anything today.
Before going out, I say
a heavy-hearted goodbye to my parents.
Anything could happen.
My childhood
was marked by the Black Decade.
It was a nightmare
for the Algerians.
A lot of people were affected
It changed a lot of lives.
I don't know if I should laugh,
or cry.
Last summer I was so exhausted
by my life here that I lost hope.
Part of me wanted to get a visa,
a one-way ticket
and never look back.
Another part of me,
a part inhabited by Algeria,
would not dare to leave.
It's like I'm running away.
I couldn't leave my homeland.
After all these years,
came February 22.
From that moment on,
I knew I couldn't leave the country.
Now I'll stay.
So do your stuff.
We'll begin a bit later then.
So you don't have to wait for me.
OK, see you later.
Kisses.
Are you coming, too?
Come and we'll go together!
Hello!
Adoula, Asma, how are you?
Hello!
Djidji?
Who's upstairs?
Today is March 8.
Algerian people
are known for their sense of humor.
A Facebook post said women should go out
without makeup to scare the policemen.
So I did the opposite.
I usually go out without makeup.
So today I got my fake eyelashes,
nails and make-up done.
Now I'm going out. This is how I am.
I do what I want.
We protest every Friday
not only to free Algeria,
but to free every single Algerian.
The Maghreb Café where I work
is a place of joy:
art, meetings,
young people, exchanges...
Since February 22,
it has become
a meeting place for protesters.
The owner is a former Moudjahid
(Freedom Fighter).
I remember the first Friday.
His son wanted to close
the café at prayer time.
His dad shouted at him
and demanded they stay open.
He wanted the protesters
to be able to rest
and get something to
drink before marching.
VINEGAR
No fifth mandate,
oh Bouteflika
The special police force
is on our side
Bravo, women!
An elderly woman!
For those who love the country:
you won't be leaving.
For those who worship power:
it's leaving forever.
Bravo, women!
Bravo to you, too!
Bravo, the people!
Hand in hand, oh women,
there won't be a fifth mandate
Take some pictures.
Do a youyou.
All of you, do youyous.
Perfect,
we'll see each other there.
Kisses, take care.
I remember the first demonstration
on the 22nd.
It was incredible!
Nobody knew who organized it.
I went out of curiosity.
It was the first time
Algeria experienced anything like that.
A lot of Algerians
feel the same way:
for the first time,
we're feeling a sense of belonging
with our fellow citizens
and this country.
It's true:
we risk being sprayed
with teargas and arrested.
There's always a risk.
But the more
we go out on the streets,
the less we fear.
We're a republic
and not a kingdom
- Murderous.
- Regime.
One, two, three, viva Algeria!
You're asleep.
we're the awakening.
Thieves, you ate the country
Just go, seriously.
I should be with my mother-in-law
in the hospital, not here demonstrating.
We're not kidding.
We're tired.
Just go. We're busy next Friday,
we have stuff to do.
I tell the truth.
May God make the Algerian people
overcome and triumph.
May God protect our lives.
I'm ill, but I still came to march.
These are our children.
This is our youth.
We came to support them.
This is our country.
We adore it.
All the lies will vanish
with the help of God.
We swear by the lightning that destroys
By the virtuous and fragrant blood
By the shining, fluttering banners
In the steep and majestic mountains
That we've risen to revolution
In life or death
And we've resolved
That Algeria shall live
So bear witness,
Bear witness, bear witness
Free and democratic Algeria!
The first mandate, let's say it was OK
Even if they cheated us
With the religious war (Dark Decade)
With the second mandate
The story became more evident
La Casa d'El Mouradia
(district of the presidential palace)
For the third mandate
You robbed the country blind
Blame personal interests
With the fourth mandate
The president was just a vegetable
And on and on it goes
We Ultras are a school. To be with us
You need a CV and we'll educate you
Today the people will free, free Algeria
We want to live and stay in Algeria
Get out, FLN!
(Front de Liberation National,
ruling party)
Go! Go!
All of you! All of you!
We have to save freedom
Freedom will save the rest
What's the reason?
Who am I to blame?
We're sick of this life
It's dawn and I can't sleep
So I smoke a little bit
Your sistem is rotten
- Get out, get out.
- We're not keeping quiet.
Finally, we put on our play,
you were fantastic!
The Algerians !
Free and democratic Algeria!
We want democracy.
We want a country of young people.
We don't need old people
in the government.
Old people must leave.
Youth will remain.
We're a country of young people,
people under 25.
It's their country,
their country of origin.
It's their birthplace
and native country.
They aren't going to flee.
We mustn't want to go abroad.
It's our country,
it's our duty.
We'll have to explain
to our children:
it's the history of Algeria.
It's 1954!
It's our history!
We haven't forgotten France!
The blood flows in our veins.
Free and democratic Algeria!
My father is a former member
of the Algerian Communist Party.
He was forced into exile
in Germany in the 90s.
I met him for the first time
when I was almost three.
When he returned from exile,
I was already walking and talking.
I was around three.
When he first held me,
he knew I was a lot like him.
My mother was born in prison.
Because my grandmother was in jail
under the colonial occupation.
My grandmother was released from prison
after my mother's birth.
She left my mother at her aunt's
and rejoined the resistance.
My grandfather died in combat
a few months before my mother's birth.
As the daughter of two martyrs,
my mother was entitled to a pension.
She cried when she got it.
She said she felt responsible.
Like she was betraying her parents.
She kept repeating that
they hadn't died for her to become rich,
but for Algeria to be independent.
Alas, my grandparents didn't live
to see a free and independent Algeria.
God, long live Algeria.
My parents had high hopes
for rebuilding the country.
What a pity.
The wolves took hold of the country,
and Algeria drowned.
I grew up in a family
that won't accept injustice.
I feel like I'm here to pay a debt
to my grandparents and parents.
I think...
it's up to my generation
to step up and speak out again.
Palestine, Palestine
Palestine, the martyrs
(To the police officers:)
Take your cap off and join us
- Ouyahia (Ex-Prime Minister) is hiding!
- You policemen are part of the people!
Ouyahia is hiding!
You policemen are part of the people!
Bring on the special police force
No fifth mandate, oh Bouteflika
Is the special police force still here?
Peaceful, peaceful
- Murderous.
- Regime.
We need a real-life president,
not only a picture
- Murderous.
- Regime.
The people will bring down this regime
Collective of the families
of the disappeared in algeria (CFDA)
Today, what fills me with joy
is walking down the street.
It's seeing that the youth
has understood that
if they don't take back their rights,
no one will do it for them.
This popular movement feels like
a sporting event in a soccer stadium.
Stadiums were the only places
where the youth had the right
to chant slogans
against the regime.
That has spread to the streets
and no one can stop it now.
The Algerian people have
made history by inventing
their own form of demonstration:
celebratory, dancing,
and, above all, the smiling protests.
To be honest, before each demonstration...
we're afraid.
And right after,
reality catches up to us.
In some places, everything can go well,
while in others, it doesn't.
Protesters get beaten up.
A lot can happen.
So we worry.
The moment when we all feel safe
is when we're in the middle of a crowd.
It's simple.
You beat us,
all we have to do is smile
and kill you with peace.
You've made our lives bitter.
You're eating us from the inside
like a cavity.
We're leaving the darkness
with a smile.
You tear each other apart.
And us? We'll unite.
You're injustice and terror.
We are great.
This is the people
We're tired of this, enough,
give us back our country!
Let us live in peace!
Peace!
We're looking for peace!
We're tired of this power.
Peace!
Long live peace!
... democracy, Amazigh, Arab,
make racism disappear...
The people!
The whole world is with us!
Long live Algeria!
Even I am angry,
how did my country become like this?
May God punish you!
May God punish you!
Amen.
With God's help we will succeed!
As our grandparents did!
- Bouteflika, oh!
- The president has no idea!
Give us back our country
Peaceful
How long?
For how long have we been patient?
For how long
have we been patient?
For how long have we been patient?
We're tired of waiting!
We must get back our rights
in our own country! We're tired of it!
We're sick and tired of this regime
That's enough, that's enough,
from the government mafia.
Long live the revolution
He took a jar of injustice
And began to imbibe it
He betrayed his ideals
And began to despise everyone he met
His father wasn't like that
He had dignity and integrity
One word, followed by another
He asks me to follow
And roll up my sleeves
Me, I'm the son of a dignitary
My father's name is printed
On all the letterheads
How dare someone
As undignified as you solicit me
He spit up into the sky
And it fell back in his face
Every Kabyle only respects his relatives
They all say that the father is innocent
But his son belittled him
Our ancestors taught us
That the grain grows like it falls,
But I don't believe that
His father is a dignified man
How is it possible that the son isn't?
There will be no fifth mandate
for France's sons
Vinegar. Should I give him vinegar?
Exactly, it's a pharmaceutical...
When the government pushes, by any means,
the people in the streets,
disobedience is not a right
but a national duty.
Older generations
always despise the younger generation.
They thought we couldn't do anything
or, above all, change anything.
But I disagree.
I've always believed in this generation.
I've always believed in them.
It's true they've never had a choice.
But now we've realized
we have to break from old Algeria.
Now that we demonstrate together,
we've realized
our differences don't divide us.
On the contrary: what has made
this popular movement very strong
are its diversity and its differences.
It's up to us.
And today,
this generation has surprised everyone.
Thanks a lot.
OK.
Where are you?
We're downtown.
Everyone's going home now.
I'll try to take Debussy Street.
Right now
I'm on Didouche Street.
I'll meet you
at the Telecom agency.
The Telecom agency.
The Telecom agency.
Thieves,
you've eaten the country
Only one hero: the people.
I owe a lot to the theater.
It has helped me a lot.
It has made me who I am.
I've done a lot
of amateur theater.
Theater for me
has never been a breadwinner.
At the moment
with what's happening in Algeria,
my friends and I
have made a play called "Freedom."
It's a street show to be performed
in the middle of demonstrations.
Excuse me?
No.
Enough.
No.
No.
I know why...
I already said: enough.
I'm not going to be nice anymore.
You don't want to understand.
May God forgive me.
That's great to hear.
Thank God.
Did you see any?
No, there were no clashes here,
there won't be any.
So how are you doing?
God willing, Mom.
I'm OK.
No, I'm fine.
Who?
May God forgive me.
Inshallah, when I get back.
Yes, yes.
Probably, yes.
Fortunately.
Seriously?
That's not the problem, Mom.
That's not it.
Correct.
So as soon as...
No, no.
I don't need anything, don't worry.
Alright, Mom. Take care.
See you later.
Don't worry.
No, really, don't worry anymore.
It's nothing.
A lot of emo...
That's it. Exactly.
Don't worry.
Kisses, Mom, OK.
Sometimes I tell myself
that Algeria won't change.
It'll stay the same,
the victim of years of mismanagement.
Sometimes
I give myself the right to dream
of a better Algeria.
But in reality,
a person like me
doesn't dream.
You survive with the goal
of living in peace.
Sometimes you just don't want
to run into disturbing situations.
After demonstrating all day,
I don't go home right away.
I wander around and call everyone.
With a heavy heart,
afraid of people
not answering their phones.
Because we can get
bad news at any time.
If someone doesn't show up,
we have to wait 24 hours
to know if they've been
arrested or injured,
or even worse.
Hey, sister.
The others haven't arrived yet?
OK, so give me some water.
Here I am. Thank you.
I love you, sister.
Thanks, dear.
Tell Amel I was here.
Anyway,
at the end of the day
when I call home,
I sense my parents' relief
when they hear my voice
and know I'm safe and sound.
And it's the same for me:
it's comforting to talk to them.
Now, when I call my mom,
I feel her tone has changed.
She's known to be protective.
If she had her way,
I'd never leave home.
She has understood
there's no way.
Staying at home and missing everything
that's happening in Algeria?
Then she became proud of me.
Sometimes I feel her living
vicariously through me
at this historic moment.
I don't know. Manel told me
to wait for her in the city center.
But no news
and I don't know where the others are.
Now I'm looking for a place
to meet up with her.
In Maghreb Café.
I'll call them.
At the Maghreb?
Try to call them now if you can.
- Hello.
- Tassadit!
- Hi.
Hello, it's Nardjes.
- How are you doing ?
- Everything fine, and you?
Listen, I spoke with Manel
and she said they didn't hear from you.
- Is everything OK?
- It was a bad day.
May God preserve you, my dear.
Where are you?
With Amin in the city center.
I'm at El Biar. I'm going to rest
and then go out. I need it.
Where are you?
I have to go out.
- Where are you?
- I'm not far. Next to my house.
You're going home?
Yes, and then I'll go out afterwards.
And where are you going afterwards?
- Sorry but...
- That's ok.
Alright,
we'll go to Olivier Restaurant then.
We'll go to the Olivier then.
Try to call Manel and the others
because I can't reach them.
OK, see you in an hour.
Bye. I'm so glad you're OK.
What did I do?
I didn't mean to...
For you
O my country
We sacrifice our souls for our land
We were once giants
Humiliating our enemies
In the War of Independence
And today we're giants
With peace, we're protecting our values
For you, for you
O my country
We were heroes
Who did not allow
Anything but glory to greet us
Proud of our past
And the present overrides our past
We set off the Revolution
Oh eternity, note our excellence
Then the grand victory was ours
Glory made by our own hands
For you, for you
O my country
The Liberation Army and its Front
Were the two lights on our crown
They said
At the beginning that our dignity
And the people reign here
We share the richness of the people
Justice is part of our values
I have no reception.
OK, call me when you're finished
and we can go together or meet there.
OK, I'll call Manel and...
- Try to call the others.
- OK, I'll call Kadi.
Explain to Kadi what happened.
Oh, damn, they closed.
It's OK,
I'll just grab my keys.
- Thanks.
- No problem.
Thanks, buddy. See you.
How cute!
- That's wrong. Why did you go there?
- I did it for myself.
No, no. So why did you go to the
presidential palace.
You wanted to get hurt?
That's not the goal, Manel!
That's not our goal.
Everything was great
in the city center.
Exactly, but I think I'll be able
to be heard anywhere I am.
Exactly!
Then why go to El Mouradia? Why?
Are there any wounded among us,
injured people whom we know?
No, I didn't know any of them, but...
today I even took off
the pants of some hurt boys.
I saw this one guy's ass!
I swear!
Too much information!
Throughout the day,
I'm so emotional that
going home alone scares me.
That's why I go out at night. If I go
back home after such an intense day,
and sit alone at home,
I get really anxious!
Could I have a lemonade?
Without alcohol.
Is it haram (sinful)
to donate your organs?
What!?
- Seriously?
- Yes, it's haram to donate your organs.
But it's not the body
that goes to God, it's the soul!
It's not the body!
When night falls
after the demonstrations,
I meet my friends
in one of our regular restaurants.
We sum up what happened that day,
whether it was good or bad.
It became a habit for us
to externalize the emotions of the day,
so no one will take
negative vibes home with them.
We're tired.
We're fed up with having
our youth taken away from us.
So we haven't yet
found another solution,
other than living
the present as it is.
So we're giving this moment
our very own personal touch.
We live the moment
with a lot of optimism,
and a lot of hope.
So afterwards in the restaurant,
it's party time!
We're so excited and emotionally saturated
by what happened that day,
we've agreed
that partying is the solution.
While partying, we just let go.
Personally,
I've gotten used to going dancing.
I let myself be carried away
by the music,
the lights,
and the joy.
I sing for love
In the middle of guerrilla warfare
I'll love you forever, my Algeria
I sing for love
In the middle of guerrilla warfare
They don't want peace because
Yhey don't know about guerrilla warfare
In our minds, it's still guerrilla warfare
Guerrilla, guerrilla
I'm not there anymore
If you're looking for me
I'm not there anymore
If she's looking for me
I'm not there anymore
If he's looking for me
I come back from so far away
So far, it could've been from the dead
I dreamed we were no longer poor
And that our successors were all dead
But in reality, they escaped
Or barricaded themselves
You're gonna make it
Mama said, "Be brave, my son"
This one is nice, too.
What's the reason?
Who am I to blame?
We're sick of this life
It's dawn and I can't sleep
So I smoke a little bit
What's the reason?
Who am I to blame?
We're sick of this life
The first mandate, let's say it was OK
Even if they cheated us
With the religious war (Dark Decade)
With the second mandate
The story became more evident
La Casa d'El Mouradia
For the third mandate
You robbed the country blind
Blame personal interests
With the fourth mandate
The president was just a vegetable
And on and on it goes
I looked for you everywhere!
I looked for you everywhere,
you know that?
- Everyone's OK.
- Great.
Algeria means a lot to its people.
It means a lot to me, too.
All I want to tell you is:
you don't know us.
You refuse to look at us.
You don't know what we want.
You made us hate education,
work and existence.
You killed all the beauty
we had inside.
You stole our innocence.
And me?
I know you well.
You underestimated us.
My generation and I
have suffered at your hands for 20 years.
Even more.
I won't forget.
As the rebel that I am,
I can tell you that neither me,
nor my people,
care about you.
You've never talked to us.
So we won't be talking to you.
Us?
We're talking
to the Algeria of tomorrow.
History is going to shut down