« We are Uluru ». Sammy Wilson, Chairman of the Central Land Council and former Chair of the Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park Board, looks straight into my eyes as he pronouces this sentence.

On October 2025, I went to Uluru for the 40th anniversary of the handback of the land to the Anangus people. I knew nothing about this place and this culture.

I observed men and women, their body painted in red, black and white, performing traditional danses and songs during the Inmu (ceremony). Their feet stomped the red dust, Their voices filled the burning air. I could feel the rythm pumping in my veins. I looked at mont Uluru in the background and heard it calling my name.

During the next days, I would often venture in the Uluru-Kata Tjuta national park. First of all because I’ve always felt drawn by the immensity, secondly because at the end of my Q&A session with Sammy Wilson, he told me something like « Go beyond the icons, follow in our footsteps, feel this land. Let your spirit awake in the desert ». And truely, I let the elements invade my mind and my soul. In the Valley of the Wind, as I hiked between the domes of Kata Tjuta, I let the silence wash over me and I inhaled the red sand, grounding myself in a scenery larger than life. When I walked in the bush, I would let my mind drift in the vast horizon and my heart beat in the sun. A strange low- yet powerful- rythm that would match the sound of the didgeridoos men would play at night around the campfire. The cave paintings, the rock formations and the potholes in Uluru invited my imagination to create stories. To actually see the character of Anangu stories. The ones they sing, the ones they whisper to my ear as we walk in the desert and those they tell in « Wintjiri Wiru », a magical drone and laser show over mount Uluru.

Feeling the breeze in my hair, the heat on my skin and listening to the murmure of all these invisible creatures in the bush definitely disconnected me from the sound and the fury of our urban world.

At nigh, as I would look upon the stars, I would look for the Seven Sisters, often represented in the Anangu dot paintings. I would step into another dimension. And I would become one with the Cosmos.

Only fourty years ago, Aboriginal Australian have been handed back the land they’ve been pushed away from.