Maryam Tarami

A mysterious gangster goes on the bloody rampage through Amsterdam, stopping at nothing to uncover those who have betrayed him. Now it is up to CIA Agent Martin Keele, to stop him.

Arman (40), who spent years in prison in Iran, travels to The Netherlands to finally meet his child (6) for the first time. While his wife heads off to work, father and child are left together in a park. They face each other as strangers, without a shared language. Yet slowly, the silence between them begins to give way to gestures, play, and tentative steps towards a fragile father-son bond.

Morocco, from the past to the present. Five people who are connected to each other – Abdallah, Salima, Joe, Hakim, and Inès – without realizing it. Different faces, different struggles, but one same breath. One city, Casablanca as a fragment of reality, as the myth of a film entirely shot in Hollywood studios, which reality has come back to claim.

This year, seventy year old grumpy Johan is married with his wife Dora for fifty years. But unfortunately, Johan finds there is nothing to celebrate. Something seems missing... Something that's been out of place for all those years. He spends his daily life routine complaining and bullying and only after the moment he meets sixteen year old Yorgos, a Greek shop employee, he starts to realize he may only have a very short time left to stop denying his true feelings and identity.

During a date a man loses himself in the compelling stories of a woman. Something beautiful occurs between the two, but nothing is what it seems.

Arman (40), who spent years in prison in Iran, travels to The Netherlands to finally meet his child (6) for the first time. While his wife heads off to work, father and child are left together in a park. They face each other as strangers, without a shared language. Yet slowly, the silence between them begins to give way to gestures, play, and tentative steps towards a fragile father-son bond.

Morocco, from the past to the present. Five people who are connected to each other – Abdallah, Salima, Joe, Hakim, and Inès – without realizing it. Different faces, different struggles, but one same breath. One city, Casablanca as a fragment of reality, as the myth of a film entirely shot in Hollywood studios, which reality has come back to claim.