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"The drums were everywhere. There were round ones, flat ones, pot-bellied ones... There were tiny ones and huge ones like those played by the musicians who came to turn beneath our windows in Casablanca..." Using the omnipresent percussion during Morocco's feast of Achoura, and Izza Genini's personal memories, this film examines the place of music in a person's relationship to his social and cultural origins. Profane or sacred music – what is the secret by which music binds a person to the world and sometimes to himself?
