Adama is part of a group of Sub-Saharan migrants who reach northern Morocco, waiting to cross the sea.
They’ve heard whispers of Eldorado – a hidden island where a just, egalitarian society was built in secret, far from the rest of the world.
On the night of the crossing, a mix-up by the smuggler throws a second group into the boat: Moroccan migrants bound for a different route to Spain, led by the headstrong Ahmed, who forces his way aboard.
On arrival, they’re seized and taken to a “welcome center,” where the director, Franck, lays out the rules of this new society. Entry is scarce, and secrecy is sacred – so before anyone earns citizenship, they must spend twelve months at the center, working off the cost of their stay in the tomato sauce factory that bears the island’s name.
The Sub-Saharan group tries to disappear into the routine, hoping to prove themselves worthy. The Moroccans, who never asked for any of this, start plotting an escape instead. Tension rises between the two groups.
What neither of them knows is that there is no secret island. There is no Eldorado. They never even left Morocco. There is only a factory – and a workforce that costs nothing.

DIRECTOR’S NOTES:
As a theme, credulity has interested me since I was making my first short films. When a person believes in something, their actions are imbued with sincerity and devotion. This means that someone who can make another believe in something can put them at their service. We live in an era when nothing makes sense – neither geography nor the rule of law nor history. We have lost all our reference points. This is a period that is conducive to manipulation. Capital has already made productive use of children, migrants and prisoners... but with each repeat, it wants more for less. It’s in the operating system; things cannot be otherwise. How do you ensure workers with low pay and no rights remain docile? The answer is simple. Sell them a dream. And we have been sold many, many dreams in the past.