The 32 of October

It’s the 32 of October
The 32 Of October, we don’t give a fuck about his papers.
The 32 Of October, we don’t give a fuck about his passport
The 32 Of October, we don’t give a fuck about his nationality.
The 32 October, we don’t give a fuck about his right to circulation.
We don’t give a fuck, because it’s getting worse, it’s nerve racking, anxious, but we don’t give a fuck: it’s the 32 of October

This performance is happening the 32 of October. This day was important in Casablanca at the airport. On October 31, 2018, many travelers found themselves with canceled passeport with this stamp dated October 32, 2018 made by the police at the borders. Officially, these documents are no longer valid, but are still used as if nothing happened.

The 32 Of October, we prepare and eat harissa camembert (thank you Booba !!). We wear Apple pajamas and we ramble on these administrative journeys.

The 32 Of October, we make a lot of fake fictional immigration permit ( fiktionsbeichenigung).
We hear Stati singing « Give me the passport and the visa from Casa to Marseilles. » We hear Cheick El Younsi speaking about his medical visit to get his work permit.

The 32 Of October, we are proud of being witches and bitchs. Maybe we can even proud of being artist.
The 32 Of October, we try not to care, to find a reckless despite a traffic limitation that worsens.
The 32 Of October, we find these interstices or semi-false documents empower their holders.

Photos: Alix Hugonnier