Nidal Al-Dibs

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As far as one can remember, water has been dropping from this ceiling. One drop after another, slowly, like an ever-repeating dream that spreads all-over and changes the rhythm of life, creating a partition in-between 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 life-time of silence has passed, a life-time 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.

When the revolution in Syria turned into war, Nidal Al Dibs and his family fled to Cairo. There, he started filming his Egyptian friends as they attempt to reopen a long-closed cinema in their impoverished neighborhood. As this endeavor proves to be more and more difficult, Nidal turns to managing renovations of his house back in his troubled homeland.

This film illustrates the lives of children growing up in the area of Hajar al-Aswad (Black Stone), a poor district of Damascus. The four children in the film collect metal scraps to sell in order to help sustain their families economically, yet their wanderings give them the ability to explore and dream.

This short film contains no dialogue, as its alluring cinematography focuses on a man and a woman and the parallels of their lonely lives, their physical labor, and their intimate emotions.