The "Palestinian Massacre" in Beirut, the capital of Lebanon in the Middle East, in 1982. No mention of that war has been made for years, nor has the event been mentioned in movies that discuss various issues. The soldier who was once on that battlefield, 20 years later, a dream that kept repeating, brought his memory back to the past, the brutal massacre - the moment that is about to be erased by history.
Memories take us where we want to go, so he travels to another country to find the truth. A friend's child is playing with a toy gun, assuming that there is an enemy in front...
In the process of searching, the memory gradually becomes clear. Soldiers on the battlefield do not know who the opponent is, but they shoot involuntarily out of fear. When death becomes a form, it does not have any emotional color.
The melodious guitar sound sang the beautiful scenery of Lebanon, but all this disappeared as the tanks passed by.
In the smoke of dawn, war has become a habitual life, pull the trigger and send strangers to hell, the narrative of the story is still accompanied by music...
A photographer can stay out of the war, like watching a war movie , instead of participating in it to protect yourself. But when he saw the injured horse, he could no longer escape from reality. When the consciousness is no longer paralyzed by the responsibility, the heart is unbearable at the moment of awakening, and the reality is already terrible.
Dancing the waltz and spinning and intoxicated by the hail of bullets, the gorgeous consciousness leads people to the unknown disaster.
Palestine refugees were massacred by the Falangists of the Christian army, executed, witnessed, tried to stop, and then it was repeated. The flares fired by the Israelis seemed to be unconsciously participating in the massacre in an indirect way. The images of the flares kept appearing. The light appeared in the sky like hope, but it fell like death.
After constant reflection on history and war, in the new century, the war continues...
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