Someone said that to European eyes Asia was a sum of misjudgments. You try to open a window on a utopic strangeness and find it’s a trompe l’oeil. The swarm of engagé/quixotic visions around Africa is just as lush. Muna Moto evolves on a terrain, where none of these polarizing views is a starting point. The beautiful love story claims its heartbreaking universality, by softening and melting the anthropologic detail.