Hatta Ishaar Akahr / Couvre-feu
by Rashid Masharawi
The Gaza Strip, 1993. For years Palestinian families have huddled caught between the sand and the sea, in conditions that are frequently deplorable. This is the cradle of the Intifada.
All seems calm. Kids are playing football. The mail man delivers letters from Egypt, Jordan and Europe. Suddenly, the loud speaker of an Israeli army jeep announces a curfew. There is no explanation, there is only an order to follow. The streets empty. Shops close. The children return home. We follow one of them, Radar. With him and his family, we experience the frustration of being imprisoned in one's own home. A portrait of a people with a simple desire - the right, to happiness.
All seems calm. Kids are playing football. The mail man delivers letters from Egypt, Jordan and Europe. Suddenly, the loud speaker of an Israeli army jeep announces a curfew. There is no explanation, there is only an order to follow. The streets empty. Shops close. The children return home. We follow one of them, Radar. With him and his family, we experience the frustration of being imprisoned in one's own home. A portrait of a people with a simple desire - the right, to happiness.
