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(Chirping of insects)

(Chirping birds)

(Radiohead You and Whose Army sings)

(Sigh)

- I'm glad to see you.

(Kisses)

(Sigh)

Please.

(Sigh)

Testament of Dr. Nawal Marwan.

Opening of the will to her two children,

Marwan Marwan and Jeanne Simon.

In accordance with the will,

regulations and rights Nawal Marwan,

the lawyer, Jean Lebel,

executor is established.

Hmm ... I must tell you here

it is the decision of your mother.

I was personally against it, but she insisted.

You know ...

(Sigh)

... your mother was more than I used to.

My late wife and me

you felt like our family, so ...

I could not refuse.

Hum! ''All my assets will be shared between twins,

Jeanne Simon''and Marwan.

''The money will be left fairly

My furniture''and distributed according to their desire and agreement.''

Burial''.''

(Sigh)

In''notary Jean Lebel

''Bury me without a coffin, naked

And''without prayers,

''Faces turned towards the ground, face first against the world.''

(Sigh)

''Peter and epitaph.

''No stone will be placed on my grave

''And my name engraved nowhere.

''No epitaph for those who do not keep their promises.

In''Jane and Simon

Child''is a knife in the throat.

''We do not remove easily.

''Jeanne, notaries Lebel will hand you an envelope.

(Sigh)

''This envelope is for your father.

Meet the''

''And hand him the envelope.

''Simon, the lawyer will hand you an envelope.''

- I've heard enough.

- Oh ... It's not finished, there.

- Continue.

-''Simon, the lawyer will hand you an envelope.

''This envelope is for your brother.

Retrieve it''and hand him the envelope.

''When these envelopes have been handed

''Their addressees, a letter will be given.

''The silence is broken, a promise kept

'', A stone may be placed on my grave,

''And my name engraved on the stone in the sun.''

(Sigh)

I admit it's a bit special.

- Is there stuff to sign?

- No, not today.

- OK.

Thank you, John.

Shall we? - Wait.

(Sigh)

You know, the history of our father.

You know, we have no brother.

Why you left off writing this?

(Sigh)

- I understand your surprise.

It's ... it's very surprising.

- Stop doing the innocent!

We know that we speak, there is nothing surprising in this.

- It does not invent these things, Simon

not in a will.

There's that too.

(Sigh)

(Sigh)

Well, your mother this morning gives us something rather ...

We'll sleep on it, then ...

We'll meet again, huh?

- I'll wait outside. Thank you, John.

- Sit down, Simon there.

- Look, John ...

your secretary, she loved working for you.

It has done this well in his life, congratulations.

But your secretary, it was also my mother.

Then his mother's job, that's another story.

- Simon ...

- Your secretary, you can bury the edge you want.

My mother, myself, I want to bury it in the normal way

for once in your fucking life

make it something normal.

This is not negotiable.

(Door)

(Sigh)

(Closed Door)

- Take your time.

And come see me when Simon will be calmed.

(Sigh)

I know it's very unusual, but ...

(Sigh)

... Your mother was not crazy, Jeanne.

(Chirping birds and man's voice off)

- We have a large family, astheure.

She spoke of a dog?

A big family, it's always a dog.

Will he have to also find the dog?

Fucking crazy!

I'll fix that with John.

- Arrange what?

- We'll give him a normal funeral.

We'll take care of her, then I'll take care of you.

Where you going?

- You bury the bin as you like!

- Oh, stop!

You feel guilty because you were not there

when she died.

You feel guilty because you were there

when she had her accident.

We need to stop you feeling guilty for everything!

I am not guilty of anything, myself.

- Do you realize you realize what he just read?

- Well, she's gone!

It's over, fucking, you have the peace!

I have the fucking peace!

(Sigh)

I'm at peace now.

- Yes, I see it.

(Sigh)

- Mathematics as you have known so far

have aimed to achieve a stringent response and final

starting problems strict and definitive.

Now, you enter an entirely different adventure.

The subject will be intractable problems

you will always lead

to other problems just as intractable.

People around you will repeatedly

it is picking what you do not need.

You'll have no argument to defend yourself,

for they shall be an exhausting complexity.

Welcome to pure mathematics,

the land of loneliness.

This is my assistant,

Miss Jeanne Marwan.

- Hello!

We will start with the conjecture of Syracuse.

- What is your intuition telling you?

Your intuition is always right.

That's why you got potential

becoming a real mathematician.

But here, you'll need help.

Have you any family there?

Contacts? - It's ridiculous, Niv.

- You come to learn that A, your father is alive;

and B, you have another brother.

This is ridiculous

is that you are questioning what is inevitable.

You need to know.

Otherwise, your spirit will never be peace.

And no peace of mind, not of pure mathematics.

It takes you a starting point.

- My father died during the war, Daresh.

- That's the unknown variable in the equation.

It never starts with the unknown variable.

- My mother, she comes from a village

Der called Om, Fouad.

She studied the teaching of French

at the University of Daresh.

- If she has studied, there is hope.

Said Haidar.

You'll go knock on the door Said Haidar

an old friend of mine who teaches at Daresh.

You can trust him.

(Sigh)

(Sigh)

- What are you doing?

Mom! Okay?

- Well, Madam, is my towel, please.

- Mom?

Mom!

- Mom?

What happened?

Where's Jeanne?

Mom?

(Panting)

- Is she suffers from migraines?

- No.

- Memory loss? - No.

- Loss of balance?

- No.

- The temporary absence?

- It is absent in general.

- No, she was never absent.

(Squeal of cicadas)

(Arabic)

(Arabic)

(Panting)

(Arabic): Wahab, come.

(Whistle)

(Panting)

(Chirping birds)

(Arabic)

- Just get out of my sister.

Son of refugees, where will you like that?

- Nicolas, stop!

- Go back to your country.

- Wahab!

- We will give you the skin in your camps, believe me.

- Donne.

- I want to kill her. - It's mine to do.

You have sullied the family honor.

- Enough!

Go home!

Go home!

(Panting)

Outside.

(Sobs)

What have you done!

Thou hast afflicted us! You have sullied the name of our family!

Why my God you plunge us in the dark?

(Crying)

My God, what have you done? Why did you do that?

What will I do with you! You want me to kill you?

- I'm pregnant, grandmother.

- My God, everything is black. Why?

Why hast thou done this?

Do I have to kill you?

What will I do with you?

(Crying Nawal)

(Cris Nawal)

(Uproar off)

(Chirping of insects and birds chirping)

Mange.

Eat if you want your child is safe.

Listen to me.

There's nothing here for you.

I'll help after birth.

I want you to go from here.

You'll go to the city at your uncle Charbel.

There, you'll go to school.

To learn to read, think.

Out of this misery.

Promise me you'll help etje.

Promise me you'll go to school.

(Sniff)

- I promise you, grandmother.

I promise.

(Sigh)

(Squeal of cicadas)

(Sing)

(Chirping birds)

(Breath jerky)

(Sigh)

(Wail)

(Runoff)

(Arabic)

(Cry Baby)

(Sing)

(Crying)

- Shh.

(Sing)

(Repetition of crying)

Shh.

(Sigh)

Look carefully at your mother. You'll recognize it.

- I'll find you one day. I promise you my heart.

(Sobs)

- Be careful. - Do not worry.

(Chirping birds)

(Call to prayer in the distance)

(Chirping of insects)

- Come on, it is time for you to go.

I feel that something terrible is coming ...

One day I'll find you, my son.

(Horns and sirens in the distance)

(Arabic)

(Panting)

(Klaxons)

- I received the message from my friend Niv Cohen

but I can not help you

because at the time,

I taught

history of mathematics in Paris XI.

Specifically, the period

where Euler had succeeded, blind,

to give first

formal mathematical resolution

the problem of seven bridges of Konigsberg, yes.

It would have defied the Court Diderot

with running like this:

Gentlemen ...''

''I-ft plus

''Equals zero.

''So, God exists!''

- Niv, Niv, Niv ...

Hello! Do you speak French?

- Yes, of course! Can I help you?

- Uh, yes, I looking for someone who would have known this woman.

She studied here there are maybe 35 years.

(Laughter)

- Are you kidding me?

I was not even born.

Well, you're in the wrong place, you'll ...

- I do not care about you.

I'm sure you know someone who can help me.

I just too far.

Please. Her name is Nawal Marwan.

You are nice.

- I'm not nice, I want to get rid of you.

(Arabic): Najat is me.

You have time to waste?

- That tells me something.

It may have worked in the student newspaper.

It's been a long time.

People who left have changed identity.

It is striking nonetheless.

(Arabic)

Your mother was photographed in Kfar Ryat.

Look here.

This is a sign of Kfar Ryat.

It is a prison in the south.

You do not know Kfar Ryat?

- No.

- You're definitely not here you.

You know not the South.

(Clicking typewriter)

(Arabic): If the in ernational community

does not now

Refugees

in overcrowded camps in the border ...

- It has arrived.

- OK.

We the students, we oppose the Nationalist Party

trying to evict refugees outside the borders.

- The National Party supports

militias of the Christian right,

who make open threats to refugees.

- In the South, refugees are now armed.

Et .. and they support

of much of the Muslim population of the country.

- But you ... but you're Christian.

- We, we are for peace.

Religion has nothing to do with it.

(Humming)

(Cree)

- Nawal!

(Arabic): Put the radio! They come to close the University!

The Nationalists have closed the campus!

- Nawal back.

Stay here.

- Uncle Charbel, the Nationalists are closing the campus!

- There will be clashes.

Stay with me.

(A woman speaks Arabic on the radio)

(Shots)

(Shouts off)

- There is shooting outside ...

- The table, girls!

- Mom, they attack the university!

- It's not a reason not to eat!

- Aiou?

(Arabic)

Christian villages were attacked in the South this morning.

- May God protect us!

- That's why they closed the university.

In short time, it will explode here as well.

We'll go to the mountain until it calms down.

- For how long?

- We start tomorrow.

The rest of the family is already there.

- And the school?

- Anyway, the school will close.

God alone saitjusqu'à when.

- And lejournal?

- Do not be afraid.

Lejournal can survive without us for a while.

- But ideas survive if someone is there to defend them!

- Exactly, Rafqa.

Exactly.

(Barking)

- There are only two orphanages in the region.

I will join you soon.

- You will not go there now!

Had promised to Grandma to finish your studies.

- You heard your father.

It's going to explode across the country if they attack the camps.

The study is finished.

(Sigh)

I think of him every day.

That's my child.

(Sigh)

I want to find him alive.

(Sigh)

(Arabic)

(Horn)

(Arabic): I'm going to fetch water from Shadia.

- Hurry, Nawal.

(Whistle)

(Chirping birds)

(Chirping birds)

(Arabic)

- Your name? - Nawal.

- Nawal what? - Nawal Marwan.

- Where are you?

- South.

- Why?

- To meet my husband.

(Uproar)

(Chirping of insects)

(Chirping birds)

Wahab.

(Cries of children)

(Arabic)

You still have only daughters?

- The boys are in Kfar Kout past three years.

You should go with us. Kfar Kout was attacked yesterday.

(Panting)

(Grinding metal)

(Buzzing Fly)

- Looking for the orphanage. You know where is it?

- There.

- Children? Where are the children?

- Should speak to those who were there.

Muslim villagers fled to the camp Deressa.

They fear reprisals will come.

Children may be with them.

Chamseddine and his men killed all the Christians to avenge the refugees.

Children are perhaps Deressa.

(Sobs)

(Chirping birds)

- You go to camp Deressa?

(Arabic)

(Sigh)

(Cree)

(Buzzing Fly)

(Kiss)

(Sobs)

(Panting)

(Arabic)

(Sniffles and groans)

(Clap sheet)

(Panting)

(Panting)

(Sobs)

I am a Christian.

My daughter! My daughter!

(Cree girl)

- Mom!

(Sobs)

(Muffled Shots)

(Chirps)

(Radiohead You and Whose Army sings)

(Chirping birds)

- Hi, Simon, that's me!

I am in the village of Mama,

it then I wish you were here.

Listen.

(Chirping of insects)

(Arabic)

Oh, sorry, I do not understand.

(Arabic)

(Arabic): I told you to do plusjamais come here!

(Laughter)

- Hello!

Suha?

- Ahmed love you! Ahmed loves you!

- I told you not to say that!

- Hello.

Can I help you?

- Hello.

Does anyone speak French or English?

- Where's Sami?

- Marhaba! - (In chorus): Marhaba!

- Hello! - Hello!

- Hello!

(Arabic)

Uh, Jeanne.

Uh, Jeanne.

(Arabic)

Jeanne.

(Arabic)

Uh ...

(Laughter)

(Arabic): Thank you.

- You speak French? - Yes, hello!

- Hello.

My name is Samia.

- Me, Marwan is Jeanne.

Thank you for helping me.

- Marwan? There are many Marwan here.

- Really?

Ben, me, I'm from Canada.

I'm looking Suha.

- Suha, is she.

It is my great-grandmother.

- Oh! Marhaba! - Marhaba.

(Arabic)

- It's the corner shop who told me to come see you.

(Arabic)

I am looking for my father.

His name is Wahab.

(Arabic)

Uh ... My mother's name is Nawal Marwan.

(Arabic)

She was born here.

(Arabic)

- We do not know.

- But if known.

(Shouts in Arabic)

- Her mother is a disgrace.

(Arabic)

- Marwan's family was struck with shame.

The war came.

- Uh, I'm looking Wahab.

(Arabic)

- She does not know Wahab.

- I can not help you. Sorry, I'm tired.

(Arabic)

- If you're the girl Nawal Marwan,

you're not welcome here.

Go home.

(Arabic): Looking for your father,

but you do not know who is your mother.

(Explosions in the distance)

(Shots)

(Blast Off)

(Explosions and gunfire)

(A woman sings in foreign language)

- I arrived at the end of the massacre in the refugee camp of Deressa.

Everything was burning.

I looked for my son amid waves of blood.

I do not want this console quej'ai seen and heard.

- You say to be against our enemy.

It does not make you our friend.

Chamseddine Why would he trust you?

- The father of my son was a refugee from Deressa.

My son has been swallowed by the war.

I have nothing to lose.

My hatred is great toward the Nationalists.

- This is not what you wrote in the journal Charbel.

- My uncle thought Charbel encourage peace with words and books.

I believed.

Life has taught me something else.

- What do you do now?

- Teach to the enemy what life has taught me.

(Arabic)

(Chirping birds)

(Sigh)

- Okay. Very good.

You've just forgotten it. There.

(Twitter and bird chirps)

(Arabic): So the French?

- I ... I am much better, Dad.

- They say''a lot''or''best''

but never both at the same time, my darling.

(Arabic): I want my son speaks several languages.

I want him to understand the other without an intermediary.

(Phone)

- How are you, Nawal? It Nouchine.

- Good evening, Nouchine. How's your mother?

- My mother is going very well. 10 o'clock tomorrow.

- Tomorrow.

(Sigh)

Marhaba.

(Chirping birds)

- Hello, beautiful.

- Good morning.

- Then you go out with nousjeudi?

- No.

- Friday?

- No.

- Saturday?

- No.

- We are patient, we!

- Me too.

(Laughter guards)

(Sigh)

Never forget:

''Always''is always''S''.

(Arabic)

(Panting)

(Shouts in Arabic)

- Bitch.

(Breath jerky)

(Blast Off)

(Panting)

- The prison of Kfar Ryat was sentenced

several reports by Amnesty International.

Here is the women's section.

The cells are larger.

Some prisoners remained there until 15.

- It has existed since when? - At the time of the killings.

Just after the war began.

They have 600 political prisoners jailed.

You can come in, eh?

I'll take a picture.

- You know this woman?

- No.

- It was taken here.

- I do not know.

It's really long, you know? Me ...

- Maybe you know someone who worked here.

(Chirping of insects)

(Arabic)

(Chirping birds)

(Arabic): Hello.

- Hello.

- Looking Harrsa Fahim.

- I am a school janitor.

- Yes, but before?

- Before, hum!

That was before I was school janitor.

It's been a long time I'm caretaker of the school.

- You know this woman?

She was in Kfar Ryat.

- I am a school janitor. Bess! That's it.

(Deep breath)

- I am looking for someone who knew her.

Someone who could tell me about it.

This is my mother.

- This is the woman who sings.

Number 72.

It was she who murdered militia leader

the Christian Right.

They made him pay dearly.

Very, very expensive. Fifteen years.

(Arabic)

It was called the Woman who sings

because she sings all the time.

- Han, you are sure it is?

- I spent 13 years at the monitor.

(Arabic)

You've already spent 13 years overseeing someone, you?

(Sigh)

They did everything to make it bend.

In the end, it was still standing,

She looked ...

Ah! Never seen it.

She never bent.

It was infuriating.

(Inspiration)

(Arabic)

And he sent Abu Tarek.

- Who's that?

(Chirping birds)

- Tarek Abou ...

(Sigh)

You know, sometimes it is better perhaps

do not know everything.

- Sir, I live with anyway.

Continue.

- Tarek Abou ...

(Sigh)

Abu Tarek was a specialist in torture.

He raped her repeatedly

to break it before it emerges,

for she stops singing.

For strength, she became pregnant.

It was like that.

Never forget.

72 pregnant by Abu Tarek.

They waited ...

she gives birth in prison

then they let her go.

(Sigh)

- The child? Did you see the child?

- There was a doctor who sometimes came.

I think it's crazy.

Others say he has a restaurant in Tel Aviv ...

(Arabic)

That's bullshit.

He went mad when he died.

The nurse her, I know.

She lives in Daresh.

- At Daresh.

Listen, Simon, Calisse!

I Calisse, there, shut up, OK? Shut your mouth!

Mom, she was in prison. Simon, mom, she ...

(Sobs)

Mom, she was raped.

Our brother, she was in prison.

I need you there.

(Voice of a man who spoke in Arabic)

(Chirping birds)

(Panting)

(Chirping birds)

(Roars of distant woman)

(Sing)

(Screams)

(Arab Song)

(Sings Radiohead Like Spinning Plates)

- It, Simon, it contracts the notary Amyotte

from 1868 to 1892.

His son took over, Edward, until 1925.

All contracts written by hand.

My grandfather, Charles, my father, Henry.

And me.

Yeah, well, it stops there because as you know,

I am the last of the Lebel.

I'll show you the will of a man ...

(Sigh)

... which took several lives.

His heirs have discovered

he had three wives at the same time.

One here, one in Miami,

and another in Honduras, where he did business.

There, there ... you've lost three children in the file there.

There are eight.

That is sport, my man.

Look. Hum!

Death is never the end of a story.

There are still traces.

If you want to find your brother,

he will have to go back into the past of your mother.

- John, I'll fetch my sister, that's all.

- I mind that.

Two, three small business to take care,

then it will take no time.

Well, prepare your business

we should go in ...

My passport ...

-''We''? Do not you worry that you already done enough like this?

- Exactly, that's not the time to let you down.

Am a man of you, Simon.

I know that you need me.

- We'll get it, then come back.

- Promised.

Then, promise, Mr. Marwan,

a notary is on the order of the sacred.

(Breathing hard)

(Inaudible)

(Rail)

(Inaudible)

(Singing in Arabic)

(Arabic): Sing now.

(Panting)

(Sobs)

(Cree)

(Arabic)

(Sobs)

(Groans)

(Shout)

- Gently, gently.

He leaves.

We see the head.

Grows.

Go, girl.

(Cree and effort)

(Sigh)

The first came out.

(Groans)

(Wail)

Rest now ...

I'm proud of you.

Get ready for the second.

(Chirps)

(Runoff)

Stop.

Donne.

- What are you doing?

- Thou asjetés in the river as usual.

- It's dangerous. - No.

You've done your duty.: Thou asjetés in river.

I want to take care of them.

These are the children of the woman who sings.

- Oh, this country is a war zone to another, eh!

It's not complicated.

If the notary had existed at the time of Noah,

we would not be there.

We need only find the original contracts.

That's up to you, that's up to you. And a right of passage there.

And we do talk more.

Everyone would be happy.

- The Notary has existed only 1000 years, Simon.

- That's the problem.

It should have been there at first.

- Thank you again for your help, Me Maddadi.

- The pleasure is all mine, my dear fellow.

I search result

that you have requested via email.

Simon is my towel on the seat beside you.

Could you give it to me Lebel, please?

- You are very nice, but the lag and everything ...

I think I'll wait until later.

- But I'll summarize.

For the father, it is rather difficult

because I can not find the death certificate.

For Brother ...

- Excuse me, but what are we talking here?

- I asked for help, Simon.

Maddadi me kindly give us a hand

to speed things up.

- I told you, John, we came for Jeanne.

- Your sister is the person in your family

easiest to find.

(Deep breath)

- I'm so glad you're here.

- Me too.

(Sigh)

- OK, that's the name of the nurse

which helped to give birth mother in prison.

We can go today.

- Jeanne, that's enough.

- Here, you shut up, then you follow me.

It's your job to find our brother is not mine!

Then, if you do not for her or for you,

ben crunches, do it for me!

It is at the American hospital.

(Door)

I'm glad you're here, John.

- Me too, my owl, too.

- If she sleeps, he must return.

Ms. Maika?

(Arabic)

- ... Lebel, Joan Marwan, Marwan Simon.

- Bonjour, Madame!

Thank you for having us.

We seek someone you know.

Nawal Marwan you know?

(Arabic)

(Panting)

You worked in the prison of Kfar Ryat as a nurse?

(Arabic)

(Sobs)

- She says she knows your mom.

- You helped our mother to give birth in prison?

(Arabic)

- Yes.

(Arabic)

- Madame, the child seeks Nawal Marwan was in prison.

Can you help us?

(Arabic)

- She worked in the prison of Kfar Ryat.

She accompanied her during childbirth.

She gathered the children.

Then she was given back to the woman who sings

when leaving prison.

Nawal Marwan gave birth to twins.

Hush, hush, hush.

Hush, hush, hush.

(Deep breath)

(Panting)

(Panting)

(Panting)

(Chirping birds)

(Arabic)

(Panting)

(Arabic)

(Gunshot)

(Arabic)

(Gunshot)

(Call to prayer)

(Klaxons)

- You really know the woman who sings?

You do not know what it means to me.

- Nawal Marwan worked for me

for 18 years as secretary.

My wife and I, we had taken a liking

for herself and her children.

But I confess that I find

I knew it not really the end.

(Sigh)

Ready? - Ready.

- Hmm ...

I Maddadi conducted research at my request

to find traces of your brother and your father.

- For the father, Abu Tarek,

I still have not found a death certificate.

The country has a lot missing.

It may be moved abroad.

That's what happened with this kind of characters.

They are dead or gone.

You have to see.

- Maybe it's better that way.

- For the brother ...

your client, Ms. Nawal Marwan,

comes from the village of Der Om.

She handed the child to a midwife who is named Elham

who herself has returned to the orphanage in Kfar Kout

in May 1970.

The main work was to trace the records.

Many documents have been lost in the war.

But I found the records

which were recovered and given

by the Sisters of Charity at the National Archives.

In May 1970, the midwife Der Om, Elham

file a male child for adoption.

This is the only boy in the orphanage filed this month.

Look.

It was registered under the name Nihad.

Dates match.

That's him.

- Ha! It's your brother! Nihad.

(Sigh)

- Orphanage Kfar Kout,

Nihad May.

It is his name for the records.

Nihad month of May.

It gave a temporary name

with the month of arrival.

There was no adoption during this period.

It was the beginning of the war.

The orphanage was destroyed four years later.

We must ask that destroyed the orphanage in Kfar Kout

to know what happened with the children.

Between you and me, with what happened in the region ...

there is not much hope.

- It is probably also dead.

- I'm not saying he is dead.

I say we lost track of him.

- They are both dead.

We open the envelopes, then that's it.

- That I will not, Simon.

This kind of thing is sacred.

(Me Maddadi): This commit rape.

- Luckily, I have a history.

Excuse me.

- We still worth exploring.

But it is a little radical.

Warlord

which demolished the orphanage at that time still alive.

And he may know what happened

Nihad these children belonged.

- It's been an eternity.

- You must understand

that this period is a series of reprisals

which fit one another in an inexorable logic,

as additions.

A warlord is exactly

the type of man who has a long memory.

And he remembers it, believe me.

Wallat Chamseddine,

is his name.

- It is found where it?

- We find it. He finds you.

But we can try something.

Do you like tea, Mr. Marwan?

- It's your turn.

(Klaxons off)

(Me Maddadi): You will go

in the refugee camp Deressa.

You will come to tea

anywhere in the camp

with the person you invite.

And you say you are the son of the woman who sings

and are looking Nihad May.

You can not go there alone.

I'll find someone

to accompany you.

- Welcome to Deressa.

(Chirping birds and hubbub)

(Arabic)

- Ha! Ha! You know where you are going, Simon?

- I know.

(Arabic)

(Kisses)

(Arabic): How are you?

- Name of God, you've grown!

- I finished my e gineering studies.

I do not find work, alorsje am the taxi driver.

- What brings you here?

- I am with foreign visitors, who asked me to bring them here.

- Welcome, come.

- No, thank you, you're in a hurry.

- Please, come.

- He invites us to tea.

- Oh, good!

(Drone of aircraft)

(Arabic)

- Uh, I wonder why you come to Deressa.

- I am looking for someone named Nihad May.

(Arabic)

- He does not know Nihad May.

He asks me what are your names.

- My mother comes from the village of Der Om, in the South.

(Arabic)

My mother is the woman who sings.

Yes, that's fine. Done.

Wait what?

- Sarwan Marwan? - Yes.

- We are here to offer help.

You will be back in an hour.

- I can tell my sister?

- No, you come back in an hour, I promise.

- I put a shirt, a second.

- He will call.

- It's going to go.

- Ever! Do not worry, you can follow.

Ah, I told you: the South, a spark and it exploded.

Oh, okay.

(Alarm)

(Chirping birds)

(Sigh)

(Arabic): You have greatly helped us, we'll help our turn.

You'll leave the country.

It'll be easier.

We will find you a house and a job.

I want your life to be better.

We have many contacts in America.

You gotta go with your children.

I know they are alive. Take them with you.

Children will help you, you'll see.

(Swallowing)

- You can not ask me.

- Your children are our children, Nawal.

Your family is our family.

Trust me.

I'll help you.

I'm here for you and your children.

(Slam latch)

Hello, Sarwan.

Excuse my introduction, but it is for your protection.

They call me Wallat Chamseddine.

Tell me, what can I do to help, Sarwan Marwan?

- You knew my mother.

- Let it worked for me.

What can I do to help?

- I am looking for a man named Nihad May.

- Why you are looking Nihad May?

- It's my brother.

My mother asked me to find him.

- And how can you say

Nihad May is the son of Nawal Marwan?

- My brother has been placed for adoption

orphanage in Kfar Kout.

We found the registry with the original link.

The dates ... Everything fits.

Nihad May is my brother.

(Sigh)

(Inaudible)

(Inaudible)

- Me and my friends, we attacked

Christian village Kfar Kout ...

In response to attacks

that our brothers, refugees were victims.

There was an orphanage in Kfar Kout.

I saved the children.

I took them with us.

And Nihad was among them.

We have trained and prepared

for they are fighting alongside us.

Nihad, he had a gift.

He was at hand.

And soon it became a formidable fencer.

But he wanted to find her mother.

He has sought for months.

Nihad, I do not know what he saw or heard.

He became ...

a crazy war.

He came to see me, he wanted to be a martyr

so that his mother should see her picture everywhere

on the walls of the country.

But I refused.

He went back to Daresh.

He became a maverick,

the most dangerous region.

A real machine.

He pulls on everyone.

And then there was the enemy invasion.

And one morning ...

They captured Nihad.

He killed seven gunmen.

They have not killed.

They formed

and sent to the prison of Kfar Ryat.

- It has been in prison?

- Yes.

As executioner.

(Sigh)

- He worked with my father?

- No, it did not work

with Abu Tarek, your father.

(Uproar distant)

(Hits at the door)

- Are you okay?

- One plus one ...

that makes two.

- What?

- One plus one makes two.

It can not make one.

- Hey, you have a fever.

- Jeanne?

One plus one, does it make one?

(Inspiration)

(Sobs)

- There are empty seats, there.

- Oh, go ahead if you want.

(Panting)

(Men who speak in Arabic)

- Is it can help you, ma'am?

- Excuse me.

(Sobs)

(W. Chamseddine): By becoming a hangman

your brother has changed its name.

He became Abu Tarek.

Nihad Abu Tarek is from May.

We know now that he lives in Canada

under a new identity.

Nihad Harmanni.

(Horn)

- Mr. Harmanni?

- Yes?

(Shout gull)

- It's for you.

(Chirping birds)

(Horn)

(Voice of Nawal): I am writing trembling.

I recognized you.

You have not acknowledged.

It's a wonderful miracle.

I'm your number 72.

This letter will be delivered by our children.

You will not recognize them

because they are beautiful,

but they know who you are.

(Chirping birds)

Through them, I want to tell you

you're still alive.

But soon, you'll be quiet.

I know.

Because silence is all to the truth.

Signed.: The whore 72.

I spoke to the son.

I do not talk to the executioner.

Whatever happens, I will always love you.

That's the promise I made you at your birth, my son.

Whatever happens, I will always love you.

I've searched my whole life.

I found you.

You, you could not recognize me.

You have your tattoo on his right heel.

I've seen.

I recognized you.

(Panting)

Etje found you beautiful.

I'll blow all the sweetness of the world, my love.

Console yourself because nothing is more beautiful

than being together.

You were born of love.

Your brother and your sister are also born of love.

Nothing is more beautiful than to be together.

Your mother, Nawal Marwan ...

prisoner number 72.

(Panting)

(Me Lebel):''When these envelopes have been handed

''To the addressee,

''A letter will be given.

''The silence is broken,

''A promise kept,

'', A stone may be placed on my grave,

''And my name engraved on the stone in the sun.''

(Sigh)

(Voice of Nawal): My love ...

Where does your story?

In your birth?

Then she starts in horror.

(Sigh)

At the birth of your father?

Then she begins a great love story.

I say that your story begins with a promise

that break the thread of anger.

Thanks to you, today I finally managed to keep it.

The wire is broken.

Etje can finally take the time to rock ...

(Sobs)

you sing softly a lullaby

to comfort you.

Nothing is more beautiful than to be together.

I love you.

Your mother, Nawal.

(Sniffle)

(Sigh)

(Chirping birds)

(Woman sings)

(Chirping of insects)

DVD subtitle: CNST, Montreal