Juna Suleiman

Sami was at his parents’ house back in the village, when peace began to break out. He had gone there with his wife and kid for his brother's wedding . Back in the village people told him, “There’s no place like home,” and asked when he’d be coming back, but deep down Sami knew that he had forgotten. You can’t be away for that long without forgetting something.

In this documentary, we are invited to the mind of the elderly Hiam, a Palestinian woman from Nazareth. The mundanity of everyday life gives us a few sentimental glimpses of Hiam's past and present through the eyes of the filmmaker Juna Suleiman, her granddaughter.

In this documentary, we are invited to the mind of the elderly Hiam, a Palestinian woman from Nazareth. The mundanity of everyday life gives us a few sentimental glimpses of Hiam's past and present through the eyes of the filmmaker Juna Suleiman, her granddaughter.

In this documentary, we are invited to the mind of the elderly Hiam, a Palestinian woman from Nazareth. The mundanity of everyday life gives us a few sentimental glimpses of Hiam's past and present through the eyes of the filmmaker Juna Suleiman, her granddaughter.

During quarantine, and with no apparent future in sight, the very features that define us as social beings are being reconditioned. Different experiences of individuals from all around the world become combined, blurring the lines between the real and the virtual, between identity and place.