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Once upon a time, there was a man who woke up in a deep dark hole in the ground.
He didn't know why. He didn't remember anything. He thought he was dreaming.
Days and nights have passed. He wasn't dreaming and he still couldn't remember anything.
He forgot who he is. And he forgot how he ended up in the hole.
Like a new-born.
At first, he didn't sleep or eat. He tried to climb out but the soil was too brittle.
Each time he tried, the dirt crumbles. Nothing to hold on to.
He screamed but no one came. He starved so much that he ate the dirt.
Days and nights have passed; months and years followed. He could only see a piece of the sky.
From time to time, passes a sun or shines a star. For years, he could only hear the wind.
How're you doing?
He's my neighbour. He lives over there.
This is actually Spain Street.
Have you ever travelled before?
I need a lighter. Do you have a lighter?
This is Spain Street. Do you know Spain?
Spain is Real Madrid. Spain is F.C. Barcelona.
Spain is Lionel Messi.
Goal.
I'm not drunk. I can walk by myself.
I live around here. Not in this street...
I live...
Here.
This is the central market.
I don't live inside it.
Not with the fruits and vegetables.
Get off me. I can walk by myself.
I can... I live in...
There. I live in that building.
Wait... The keys.
That's a lot of keys.
This is the key for...
Once in a while, it rains so much that the man thinks:When the hole fills up with water, I’ll be free.
But the rain stops, the soil dries and the man loses his mind.
One day, while he was lost in his thoughts, a woman looks down into the hole.
He looks back at her from the bottom thinking he was dreaming.
The woman says:Who are you?
You have to start with some exercises.
As for the diet...
You have to focus on potatoes and rice.
Protein like meat and chicken.
Eggs, of course.
That will do.
What?
Ten kilos is too much.
Five is fine.
We were young but we aged too quickly.
Together, time flies faster.
As if you live half the things you're supposed to.
We were deeply in love. We did it without thinking.
It came naturally.
Plus, our families insisted that we get married.
I believe we stopped being in love on our wedding day.
At some point, it was obvious that we were at a dead end.
We weren't in love anymore.
We became different people and we didn't love what we'd become.
You see what I mean?
Anyway... It was obvious to me.
I didn't like what she'd become.
And so, the problems accumulated.
Because...
I had become violent.
Verbally, I mean. It was never physical.
I had become...
I had become aggressive.
One day...
One day, I threatened her.
I said I'll kill her.
We do stupid things for love.
Hello.
My name is Nada. I'm an editor here.
I'm Noura, the new graphic designer.
Nice to meet you.
Here's the new video, Dora wants it online by tonight.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I've never felt this bad.
You did this to me.
You make my head spin.
I have something better.
Have some water.
I don't need water.
Try it, it's the good stuff.
That knife is very old.
Let me tell you its story.
It's 200 years old.
It belonged to an assassin.
They say that
he killed two cops with it
when they came to arrest him.
Don't go.
Let's dance like earlier.
Fucking dogs.
Are you afraid of dogs?
You're very lucky, you know that?
At this time of night anything could happen.
There are almost no cabs. I was heading home myself.
Are you going to be sick?
Just let me know and I'll pull over. You can throw up outside the car.
Come on man, just move.
Which route do you want to take?
The streets are very different at night, you know.
Fucking seat belt.
Sorry for the noise. The seat belt is broken.
Let's take this street. It's safer at night.
I'm going to take a detour. It's not the main road but it's better this way.
See? We're heading towards the city.
City lights are so beautiful from here.
I just wanted to...
Let's wait till the app downloads.
How are you all doing?
Yep.
I'm still here.
I don't know.
I don't think I can manage because of this new job I told you about.
What are the odds?
It's a sign.
No?
No.
Mother, forgive me.
Could you please not tell anyone about what happened last night?
You can speak! We need to talk.
I'm asking you a favor. It's important to me.
I won't tell anyone. I just need you to explain to me.
How about a drink? Let's go to a bar or whatever.
What are you doing?
I started learning sign language.
It's easier to communicate this way.
Communicate about what?
About your secrets. About you, speaking and reading on lips but hiding it.
I just thought sign language is a better way to communicate.
I don't understand.
I figured.
Seriously, why do you refuse to speak?
None of your business.
You know, people are not what you expect.
- Really? - Yeah.
- My ex-wife. - You were married before?
You didn't tell me about that.
I was. For a long time.
And what happened then?
Well... it's a long time ago.
Are you ok?
What's going on?
It feels like my eyes are heavy.
I'll turn on the light.
Mind the road.
Don't worry.
I don't know what's happening to me.
I need to stop for a bit.
Let's go to your place. It's better.
We're good, I know the neighbourhood.
No one will bother us.
I just...
I need some air.
Hey sugar. What are you doing at this time of night?
Do you need a ride? Aren't you afraid all alone?
Don't be afraid sugar. I'll treat you like my sister.
Come on sugar. Don't ignore me. I'm not good enough for you?
What can I do?
Fuck.
My phone.
Stay calm. I'll call an ambulance.
No!
What are you doing?
What's this shit? What the fuck are you drinking?
I'm calling an ambulance. I'm not gonna let you die.
Go heat a knife on the fire.
What?
Breathe, breathe. I'm here. I'm with you.
It's alright.
Hang in there.
Do it.
Where are you?
At work.
It's Monday. You've slept for two days. I'll be home soon, wait for me.
Four killed and one wounded in the northern parts of the city.
It's on all the headlines and the number one subject on social media.
The so-called Bloody Night was at the beginning considered by some intelligence as a terrorist attack.
Recent intel contradicts those earlier statements. For more clarifications,
Mr. Yazid Chabbi, spokesman of the Police Forces Union.
Welcome Sir.
Can you go a little faster please.
Thank you for the invitation.
All right miss, faster it is.
...online papers suggest, on the contrary, that it is more likely the doing of a serial-killer.
In the name of God. Let me salute our forces all around our dear nation.
Is there anyone else we haven't interrogated yet?
Noura, our Algerian graphic designer.
Nada has worked with me for five years now. She wouldn't hurt a fly.
Miss, have you any news about your colleague Nada?
No, we barely talked.
That will do. Please let us know if you hear from her.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
Don't go home. The cops are looking for you. They know where you live.
You can spend the night at my place.
The man and the woman remained silent, staring at each other.
The man thinking: What is she doing here? The woman asking herself: Who is he?
When he told her that he doesn't recall anything, she got scared and wanted to leave.
But the man got even more scared, he begged her to stay and asked what she was doing there.
She felt drawn to the hole. So she stayed and told the man her story.
She told him that she comes from the West and that she’s heading East.
She said that she’s the daughter of the moon. She was born with long white hair.
She was looking for her way back to the moon.
Days and nights have passed. Months and years followed. And the woman kept telling her story.
How her hair would grow longer each month trying to suffocate her
because she hasn't returned to the moon.
How she would struggle with it and would cut it to survive.
When she had nothing more to say, she went silent.
But still couldn't leave.
It felt like she got used to him.
And she had an idea.
She thought of letting her hair grow until it reaches the bottom of the hole.
Days and nights have passed. Months and years followed.
They agreed to help each other.
One will get out of the hole, the other will return to the moon.
And if he fails to remember who he is, she would take him to the moon with her.
One day, the woman's hair reached the bottom.
The man held on to it and started climbing.
The more he climbed the more he remembered.
Everything got back to him as he got closer to the top.
He decided to tell the woman his entire story once he reaches her.
But she gradually felt herself changing.
What had drawn her before vanished.
The moment he reached the top
she cut her hair.
The man fell back into the hole
and forgot everything again.
Even the woman.
He opened his eyes.
Feeling lost.
Confused.
As if in a dream.