Told by four teenagers, especially Eve, growing up in a shantytown in Mauritius, this is nothing less than a beautifully written, complete tragedy in which the power of love proves ultimately powerless. Perhaps most frighteningly, despite the violent deeds, there are no real villains. Beyond thought- provoking.
... we the children of Troumaron don't care about religion, race, color, caste, everything that divides all the other guys on this shitty island, we the children of Troumaron, we're a single community, and it's a universal one, this community of the poor and the lost and that, believe me, is the only identity that counts .... There's no way out.
