Rondabout in My Head(Fi rassi rond-point)

The slaughterhouse in the Ruisseau district in Algiers is bustling with life: some people are just in passing and some are regulars. This is where these men work, chat and follow unwritten rules that govern internal and external relations with the butchers to whom they sell the meat. In the place where animals’ lives come to an end, human life continues unabashed.