One time in the whole history of the universe, any given place on Earth can take its chance to become the center of everything. One fine day, fate chooses a metropolis crushing two children who’ve fallen in love. We find ourselves in the Al-Wasat, a cafe-bar out in the middle of nowhere, or at least, right in the middle of the Sahara, and far from the towns that untie the things that link existence. At The bar of the Old Frenchman, they take life as it comes. Truck drivers, those modern-day, motor-powered caravanners, stop off there to listen to the old wiseman tell the tale of Romeo and Juliet, without the Montagues and Capulets. This is a tale of star-crossed lovers but without the families, doubling up as a road-trip story following the journey of Romeo/Celestin as he goes down the road leading to Tangers, the heart of Africa, and Juliet/Leila as she leaves the misery of Europe in search of her North-African roots. Needless to say, with these two, it’s not their families tearing them apart; life takes care of that all by itself…