I always looked for it on globes, a kid's dream that didn't cost a cent." The Mekong carries its murmur and it is surely like a pearl placed in the middle of a great forest. Vientiane. The word itself resonates like a rare gem, poetical, at a human scale. In the form of images and sounds this voyage becomes the record of a small city heretofore voiceless, and far from the

mainstream of modernity. At the edge of the world, experience the city's breathing by day and by night, its vibrations and clashes, the meager, trembling lights, flamboyant neon signs. Shake oneself free of the weight of habit, open oneself to intuition, to the unexpected, drink of this city of turmoil and peaceful recesses. Vientiane to lose oneself in.