To love life

At the moment of Yousef's departure, a fiery memory, led by a convulsive body, opens. Basma's twitches increase, but Youssef's picture always calls for a smile. Between the memory of a past paved with loss and love and the harsher present of crumbling Arab cities, Basma clings to her body that never stops betraying her.

Who said that our lives and our bodies are not like the stories of our cities? And who among us knows if our last dance is the farewell dance or a new beginning?