C’est une histoire d’absence, de m\u00e9moire d’absence Peu importe la couleur de son passeport, il y a le pays de la naissance et il y a le pays du devenir Adar, un vieux com\u00e9dien est tiraill\u00e9 entre les planches du th\u00e9a\u0302tre et son amour pour l’objectif de la cam\u00e9ra. Son personnage monte une pi\u00e8ce dans laquelle un cordonnier r\u00eave de monter un parti politique, le Parti des Clous pour repr\u00e9senter le peuple aux \u00e9lections pr\u00e9sidentielles en Alg\u00e9rie. En 2012 Cabu, Wolinski et Charb (Charlie Hebdo) ne savent pas qu’ils vont mourir<\/p>\n
It’s a story of absence, memories of absence. The question isn’t \u00ab\u00a0Why did he leave ?\u00a0\u00bb But \u00ab\u00a0Why didn’t he stay ?\u00a0\u00bb Adar, an old actor likes both the boards and the camera lens. His character is staging a play about a cobbler whose dream is to set up a political party, the Nail Party, in order to represent the common people to the presidential election in Algeria.<\/p>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"portfolio_category":[211],"class_list":["post-49806","portfolio","type-portfolio","status-publish","hentry","portfolio_category-211"],"yoast_head":"\n