On an African Atlantic beach, facing the ocean, Loango
watches the waves, deeply concentrated. His grandmother Mame Tsaku told him that if he managed to count one thousand waves, without blinking once, then his dearest wish would come
Yes but... What if actually the very next wave was
not like the others ? What if it was really enchanted ?
Original idea & directed by Emmanuelle Reyss & Mathilde Menet