Under the Ceiling

As far as one can remember water has been dropping from this ceiling One drop after another slowly like an everrepeating dream that spreads allover and changes the rhythm of life creating a partition inbetween the internal and the external One camera for Nidal Debs another for his hero Marwan One camera shooting what the other sees who makes the film Marwan lives in Damascus since a long time since when refugees arrived and filled the city since hardship was even harder He his friends lived those times when life was different when dreams were bouncing in the streets Something is happening today the friends awaken as Ahmad passes away a lifetime of silence has passed a lifetime of frustration and loneliness must end dreams are searching for a few minutes for last moments there is still a little time left There is a new space today