“He said Mr. Sethna, what are you? I said I’m a human being. Then… I’m an Indian. Then I suppose, I am a Zoroastrian, or if you like, a Parsi. Then my profession. I’m a filmmaker.”
A journey through a very unusual old man’s life in Bombay.
This film is an investigation into identity in exile, through Iranian exile at the end of the century. It is a bit like the story of all those who experience uprooting. Of all those who, one day, tried to build a house based on the memory of another house they left behind, in their country.
As a refugee, Homayoon Zarian has been in Afghanistan for eight years now and his future looks bleak. His situation and that of many others shows how severely the humanitarian organizations and mechanisms built after World War Second need revision and reform.
Tehran, seen not as a megalopolis at the foot of volcanoes, but as a character. Tehran, not as something inhabited, but as a self-inhabited thing, moving, changing its face, its mood, its body. Tehran, strange, familiar, savage, welcoming. Tehran, entered into even though you never knocked at the...
