"The living are too well united to the living for me to accept closed borders." From a poem by Oskar W. De L. Milosz. After three years of work on the topic of immigration in France, I wanted to document the entry of exiles on French territory with the passage of an intra-European border. These refugees, who have survived the sea and the desert, find themselves facing the mountains of the Alps which form a natural border between France and Italy, guarded day and night by the French police.
