Above Beirut flies an unexpected bearer of hope—the pigeon game “Kash Hamam”. During the recent dystopian political collapse, we embark on a journey from roof to roof, where we encounter three players and a young girl fighting to become one.
My hometown, Beirut, is torn apart by a corrupt political elite, anti-government protests, and one of the biggest explosions of the 21st century. But above the city’s roofs, I discovered an unexpected bearer of hope—the pigeon game of chance “Kash Hamam”.
Every evening, in the golden sun above the labyrinth streets, the sky populates, and all over the city, swarms fly out of their cages. Their flight follows the choreography of an ancient tradition. Each player releases their own flock and lets it circle above their house in the hope of luring a neighbour’s pigeons onto their roof to catch and add to their flock. Then there is “Kash”.
During the dystopian times of the recent political collapse of Lebanon, we embark on a journey from roof to roof. When it all perishes, why do we hold on to flying? The film observes a city in turmoil from the perspective of three pigeon players and a young girl fighting to release her own birds.
Every evening, in the golden sun above the labyrinth streets, the sky populates, and all over the city, swarms fly out of their cages. Their flight follows the choreography of an ancient tradition. Each player releases their own flock and lets it circle above their house in the hope of luring a neighbour’s pigeons onto their roof to catch and add to their flock. Then there is “Kash”.
During the dystopian times of the recent political collapse of Lebanon, we embark on a journey from roof to roof. When it all perishes, why do we hold on to flying? The film observes a city in turmoil from the perspective of three pigeon players and a young girl fighting to release her own birds.
