Being Maasaï

Where I go, for 6 years, in Tanzania, between the Rift and the Kilimanjaro, in the heart of the savanna live the Maasai. People a thousand times described, qualified. People of breeders. Free men. They walk the bush to the rhythm of their herds, to that of the water points. We touch a finger on a myth. The feeling of "meeting Africa". The dream has long gone on, for a long time. Their long red silhouettes make the delights of the media and glossy paper. The "Safari" would not be complete without a quick visit to the Maasai village. Staging. The myth at the end of the lens. "Wild" animals are protected, lands confiscated and peoples settled. Far away from the tourist circuits are the rituals, and the essential one, which allows the young Maasai to become Warrior ...