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In a few words
In 1989, my parents left Beirut for a small village in the Bekaa Valley called Ghazzeh. I was eight years old.
In 2012, Khalil’s mother left Syria and took refuge at our house in Ghazzeh. Khalil was ten years old.
This film tells the story of my friendship with Khalil, and our efforts to find hope and joy in the midst of madness and despair. It is also a personal reflection on childhood, nostalgia, home, belonging, memory and war.