Aoulad-Syad's trip through Morocco may remind one of Wenders' movies : the characters are rather lost, uncertain, so they keep on going, on the road, until they find their way, or not. Yet, they are rather happy, but restless : there may always be something to prevent them from being happy enough to allow them not to be restless any longer. Anything can do the job : a letter from one's mother, a childhood remembrance, an old man. Maybe, most probably even, the journey is much more important than the aim. Maybe it is the same with the viewer, maybe I shall never stop watching Aoud rih, maybe Aoulad-Syad will keep on shooting it forever after all...