intro
A filmmaker and father maps a life lived across Mashhad, Kabul, Berlin, and Hamburg.
Home keeps changing shape: a courtyard, a ruined street, a camp hallway, a phone screen, a city where my children sleep. I have lived across borders long enough to know that home is not one place, but a series of windows I keep looking through.
early 1990s
Childhood in Iran meant work, family closeness, and early lessons in return.
We stained our fingers yellow picking saffron for money, and smashed sugar cones into smaller sweetness for other people's tea. In Shiraz I got lost near the poet's tomb and somehow found my way home. Later my father returned us to Mashhad and called leaving Shiraz one of the biggest regrets of his life.
