Some spaces befit the testimony of time, place... and events. Some spaces die like humans. They fall ill, collapse suddenly... or are assassinated. They grieve, or they are killed by sadness and longing. Some cities are like an abandoned movie theatre.
Nidal, a Syrian filmmaker, must leave his home city of Damascus. He locks his door behind him and arrives in Cairo with his family for what initially seems like a short trip. Between longing for his home, waiting to return, and his desire to make a film about dreams born here and there—he finds a film in the attempted bringing back to life of an old, abandoned cinema theatre. He carries his life from back in Damascus on a small USB flash drive containing home videos with his family.
Amid shooting his film about the theatre renovation and the videos he asked his friends to shoot of his home in Syria—unfolds the story of two spaces lost in darkness and silence. As he continues to film his life and family in Cairo, the cinema there becomes his home, and in turn, his home becomes a cinema. Both waiting for the dream, the light, the air, and the sounds of friends. War and repression defeat the dream and take over even the beautiful memory of home and cinema.
Amid shooting his film about the theatre renovation and the videos he asked his friends to shoot of his home in Syria—unfolds the story of two spaces lost in darkness and silence. As he continues to film his life and family in Cairo, the cinema there becomes his home, and in turn, his home becomes a cinema. Both waiting for the dream, the light, the air, and the sounds of friends. War and repression defeat the dream and take over even the beautiful memory of home and cinema.
