“I see everything,” she says, as if it was a curse. Brilliant sunshine, clear blue skies. The sea is calm, framed by a piece of railing. Buzzing voices. A peaceful moment if it weren’t for the fact that the sea is standing upright, vertical, like a waterfall. A rush of images, twirling, upside down, jolting. People in the boat, in the water, screams, life jackets, emergency whistles. Fluorescent orange, geometrical shapes cast by the sun. There’s no horizon any more, no sky, no up or down, only deepness and nothing to hold on to. Even time’s flow comes to a halt, contracting into the brutal present. She is filming and speaking. To him, to herself, to us, perhaps. Floating legs in sweat pants, jeans, thronged together. A blouse with butterflies, it looks like their wings are flapping in the water. The snake-like belt of a coat, a crumpled-up plastic cup, a pack of cigarettes. Fuck you all! She speaks, she rages, and she films to beat being tired, being cold, the fact that help isn’t coming. To beat dying, just for something to remain.

- Dir. Amel Alzakout - Co-Dir. Khaled Abdulwahed - 67min - 2020 - Germany -

"challenges viewers to avert their eyes from the tragedy unfolding before them" - The Guardian

"a documentary work of art" - Not Fiction

"a powerful exploration of the refugee crisis" The Michigan Daily

"an urgent and unmissable testimony" - Publico

"A singular work that decentres the perspective in a definitive and essential way, on what is happening only a few nautical miles away from Europe." - Visions du Reel