It's everything I'm leaving behind. Until a few years ago, my field was the only thing I knew. The world started and ended there in that piece of land. I'd never walked down the main street of a town. Maybe you can't understand that. I understand that perfectly. I know someone who went through something very similar. One fine day did his field go dry, too? Did his wife run off with a priest? Did the fever take his five children? - No, but he ended up alone, too. - Then he's luckier than me. I still have a daughter, the youngest one. She survived. It's for her that one day I decided to fight my bad luck. I travelled the world without a destination. Then one day, when going through one of the many towns I never knew, I came to a hill, I climbed to the top and I saw... My God, the most beautiful thing in my life. The sea! - The sea? - The sea. I'd never seen it before. I was like being hit by lightening. Because I heard its voice. - The voice of the sea? - Yes. The voice of the sea. I've never heard it. It's like a huge shout, the voice of the sea, that screams and screams and what it screams is : "You! Men with shit in your brains! Life is immense! Can you understand that? Immense!"