Directed by Liwaa Yazji / Germany, Syria 2014 / 113 min.
Syria. Among the ravages of war, there is also this more discreet yet vital phenomenon: exile. Leave, stay? A question Liwaa Jazji tackles. The place of this tearing apart of the self to the self will be the house as a physical space, as a place of memory of gestures and bodies, as the receptacle of our familiar objects.
To the question “to go where?” follows this one: what do we leave behind? An anchorage, constructed along a material life we live in. For one man, it will be 50 years that collapsed with this house he had built step by step and arranged, where a whole life had settled, now a refugee in —a cruel irony— ancient ruins. For this couple, ghostly images through Skype, we follow their doubts while the final moment for departure gets closer, between the absolute necessity of leaving and the desire to stay. Then this man whose flat we explore, not determined to leave, although all his things are packed, always ready to leave, but staying. Or this other man whose land of exile will be the Golan, his lifelong enemy’s land. From one to the other, from Beirut, camps in Lebanon or Damas, those are so many destinies of anonymous people shifted around by the great movements of History, their loss of a familiar world and of much more too. Destinies of ghosts haunting as much the now abandoned cities as those who have no choice but to leave everything.