1948
Omar takes a family of refugees into his home near Haifa. Months later soldiers take that home, and he walks his children to Jordan.
Eight songs. Eight stations on a circular journey.
Each song is a meditation, a story, a moment frozen in time. Walk with me through these stations as the circle completes itself.
1948
Omar takes a family of refugees into his home near Haifa. Months later soldiers take that home, and he walks his children to Jordan.
Omar takes a family of refugees into his home near Haifa. Months later soldiers take that home, and he walks his children to Jordan.
A son grows tired of the lullaby his father carried out of Haifa. Then he hears it sung alone in the dark, and understands what it keeps.
He leaves Huwara on foot before dawn. Through northern Jordan, Jerusalem and the southern heat, the road carries him to Gaza.
A letter from Amman to a sister in Jerusalem. Yousef writes that their father Omar is gone, and that a nephew will soon be born in Gaza.
Hassan grows up kicking a ball through the streets of Gaza and raises two boys of his own. One day there is a knock on the door.
A soldier in Hebron is told he is there to protect civilians. He learns who that protection is for, and what a single refusal costs.
She is 82 and has lived in this city all her life. She walks past the checkpoints, whispers to the news, and holds on to the names.
A hundred years on, a stage in a rebuilt Gaza. The war is in the past, the streets are dancing, and the crowd is told: don’t forget.
The circle is complete.
Yet every ending is a new beginning.