Here we are, in Dr Moussa Maman’s surgery. The room is basic, the space cramped: a few chairs, a plain rug on the floor to be used as a bed. The characters: Dr Maman, his assistant and a few patients who come by, including a witch doctor. This doctor moves freely, without batting an eyelid, from European medicine to ancestral magical recipes; he is the witch doctor’ ally and a witch doctor himself. He diagnoses a maligned fever with the same science as he cures a love pain blocked in the throat. A physician and a psychoanalyst, he puts the fever down.