Pourquoi préfère-t-il mourir en France plutôt que rentrer vivant en Afrique? 😢" épisode 1 #france #goviral #SmallBusiness #smille #journey

Twenty-three years that I am there. Twenty-three years that I can't go back. Coffee, your age is serious, you need to know that we can't go back here. I know, madam. Why do you refuse to go back to your country, my brother? Your family could have been there. Do you know what they say? Look, coffee. Twenty-three years in France and going back with what? With nothing. With the disease. I can't, I can't be this stupid. Your life is more than their judgement. There, I promised. I promised to succeed. Twenty-three years along the street. And still not the right to go back. We talk about being, of solution, of reason. Coffee baes the eyes, no parents. But by fatigue, they know that they are still alive. But they know that going back without victory would be worse than dying here. You will be more and more sick if you go back to the country. You too, now? We say that because we like your family and your children. And I tell them what my children? Papa, have you played? Papa doesn't even have a foot? You haven't played, you have survived. So? Ah, that's it. It's me. Coffee, it's been three months, are you all right? No, I'm sick. Very sick. I thought I could be back. I don't know, papa. Coffee, you want to come back? How? The same things? Do you know what the village will say? How did my son become a rat? Papa. I'm sick. I need you to have nothing. You mean? That night, I slept with fear. Fear not to wake me up. Fear not to wake me up. We talk about the family of children. Retour. Listening to love. And each. And the words of the father will be stronger than the fief. It's not the body of coffee that is rejected. It's its vulnerability. You're family? It's friends. There's no other one here. It's not critical. It's worthless. Fear not to wake me up. I understand. But now. You have to come to your family. Prepare yourself. My brothers, promise me. We're here, we promise everything. Come back to me. Come back to my house. I want to sleep in the earth of my ancestors. We'll bring you a brother, I swear. Twenty-three years in France. I'll listen to my heart. Not their faith. Tell them that I love them all day. La maladie a prisontant. Fear of the papers is the rest. Here. We don't ask where he comes from. But we ask why he's here. At the end of the suffering. There's no more pride. Just a simple desire. Repose where his name is a sense. Hello. Is that it? It's Amadou, the friend of coffee. I need you to talk to him. There will be no treatment between 3,000 and 5,000 euros. His family can't pay. So we're going to do it. The community is going to be mobilized. Blanc, an idiot. Coffee was our brother. There is a lot of invisible coffee here in France. Too much, too much. It's not the shock of death. It's all what has never been said. The community talks about where the family is. We count money. But especially the absent ones. Some have died here. Not because they've killed them. But because they've been wanting to have them for too long.