Yagoub Murtaza and living miles away. Several
continents and yet their own childhood sucked by war and poverty.
For Yagoub the house is inside the fence of a refugee camp in Sudan.
He stopped studying, swimming, playing. A heart defect makes it increasingly weak and tired and his tribe can not afford to save his life by putting at risk the survival of all.
What remains instead is Murtaza's house in Afghanistan.
as well as its hands are just two fingers, the others are blown away on a land mine Return
hope in the devastation of war and endless poverty, it is not easy.
But that's what happens in the Emergency hospitals, where the lives of these children have stopped for a moment and crossed to other:
patients, health professionals, family members.
Over two years of shooting without pietism, to tell stories to each other and far distant from us.
The fine documentary, produced by Paul and Fabrizio Lazzaretti Santolini approaching the continents of Yagoub and Murtaza and brings us a story that our stomach is not accustomed.
An intense documentary. Particularly hard to digest. Honest
might say.
Blood is blood, the wounds are wounds. The dead are dead.
There are no discounts in our eyes.
The real consolation at the end is that "tomorrow I go back home" who can cry out to those who leave the worst behind them and can start a life outside the hospital.
To what extent will depend also different from us.
that we are never so far apart as we like to believe.
continents and yet their own childhood sucked by war and poverty.
For Yagoub the house is inside the fence of a refugee camp in Sudan.
He stopped studying, swimming, playing. A heart defect makes it increasingly weak and tired and his tribe can not afford to save his life by putting at risk the survival of all.
What remains instead is Murtaza's house in Afghanistan.
as well as its hands are just two fingers, the others are blown away on a land mine Return
hope in the devastation of war and endless poverty, it is not easy.
But that's what happens in the Emergency hospitals, where the lives of these children have stopped for a moment and crossed to other:
patients, health professionals, family members.
Over two years of shooting without pietism, to tell stories to each other and far distant from us.
The fine documentary, produced by Paul and Fabrizio Lazzaretti Santolini approaching the continents of Yagoub and Murtaza and brings us a story that our stomach is not accustomed.
An intense documentary. Particularly hard to digest. Honest
might say.
Blood is blood, the wounds are wounds. The dead are dead.
There are no discounts in our eyes.
The real consolation at the end is that "tomorrow I go back home" who can cry out to those who leave the worst behind them and can start a life outside the hospital.
To what extent will depend also different from us.
that we are never so far apart as we like to believe.
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