Far Away from Home (Loins Du Pays)

Far From The Homeland.

I was a child back then. I was drinking the bitter milk of the calamity.

I was serious, with dreaming eyes. Around me were acres of barbwire.

My mother said: "Tonight, keep your clothes and shoes on at bedtime".

I did not understand, but I cried.

When we first came here, we stayed in Jassem.

We left Jassem and went to Yarmouk.

After Yarmouk, Ghatana, then Al Sabinah.

- Isn't that Jaber? - Yes.

Look at her there.

Do you think she saw us?

That's Khaled.

Masoud.

He pointed at us.

There goes Salim.

That's Saleh's mom.

That's Fatima Moustafa.

My uncle's wife.

- Who do you live with? - My siblings.

- How many? - Four.

- And your parents? - Seven in all.

How many tents are there here?

- I don't know. - And the population size?

I don't know.

- There's five of us. - Five kids?

Plus your parents?

Yes.

I live with my relatives.

- And your parents? - They're there too.

And your siblings?

- How many? - Nine.

That's Ahmad.

- Ghazaleh. - And Awad.

They're Abou Saleh's kids.

That's Hind.

She's holding a piece of bread.

He's combing his hair.

What do you do on holidays?

- I sell stuff. - What stuff?

Ice cream.

I work.

What do you do?

I make stuff.

I play.

- Do you work? - No.

Where do you play?

I play soccer in the field.

The holidays? I work.

- You play too? - Yes.

- What do you do? - All kinds of stuff.