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"Crack"
Duration: 4 min
Director: Reem Al Ghazzi
......................Screenplay: Menna Allah Ekram
DOP: Amal Roushdy
Editor: Maha Mohamed
Sound Person: Rasha Qabartai
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In a big city…
Where there could be millions of doors…
Millions of stories…
The closure of one small laundry shop says it all.
When a man closes the door that earns him money…
When a man stands behind a door…
On the borderline of need and desire:
"Secrets and losses become familiar friends"
When the eyes tell it all and the music fills the soul,
Then it's a crack…
"Eau de Cologne "
.......................Duration: 10 min
Director: Soha Ennakash
.......................Screenplay: Soha Ennakash
DOP: Maikel Schnerr
Editor: Heba Ezzat
Sound Person : Rami Nihawi
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My heart takes me to visit Shubra, where I lived my childhood and teenage years. May be I went back to recall moments of old serenity that won't come back, or to breathe in the scent related to calm and peace of my soul.
I went with the intuition of a child, taking the same old route I walked hundreds of times between my home and school, I revisited the details of life..some were familiar and other scared me.
Midst my school, my streets, my portrait of faces, the shops signs and my old house..I left Shubra looking back to the past perceiving it as clear as a sky after the rainfall
"Zizo"
Duration: 8 min
Director: Ahmed Magdy Ahmed
Screenplay: Maissan Hassan
.......................DOP: Mahasen Nasr el Dine
Editor: Hazem Yehia
Sound Person : Mohamed Mouad
- Zizo is a passionate and dedicated rower who is not satisfied by his conditions as a sportsman in Egypt. The lack of appreciation made him think of leaving Egypt to another country. At this moment, Zizo has to make a decision regarding his future plans
"171"
Duration: 9 min
Director: Nagi Ismail
.......................Screenplay: Latifa ID Massaou
.......................DOP: Nagi Ismail
Editor: Mohamed Siam
.......................Sound Person: Michelle Makram
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“In front of my window I see what no one could see. I see freedom, innocence & pure vision.
Through the little window I see my freedom, my innocence & all my pure visions passing away, as fast as the train is crossing by.
I feel like I’ve lost something … may be nothing, may be everything.
In the street I see my fear in many strangers’ eyes.
Am I different? Am I lonely? Am I a part of it?
I find the answers through another window… I can see them all but no one sees me. So am I lost?”
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