Night of the second of August

Before the earthquake of the Kuwait invasion at dawn, the threads of the night of the second of August 1990 were gathering randomly and spontaneously, not indicating the great event. In Baghdad, that night, a Strindberg play "Miss Julie" was being performed at the Rabat Hall. In a room of an old house in Al-Bayaa, white ants emerge between the bookshelves, and the smell of white oil, a futile remedy, wafts. That Christmas night coincides with the tenth of Muharram. Our busy friend, preoccupied with its harvest season, does not see what these signs mean. There is a job tailored to what the soul desires, a marriage long awaited for decades of back and forth, and an opportunity to normalize the exception after a long tragic war. All this is tested at dawn, instead of the job, newborns are summoned to service, and the scene turns upside down. The small intimate successes discover what surrounds them from a crowded horizon, a new devastating war, a siege with precise procedures that do not miss a live pulse, and two families in Al-Bayaa and in Prince's Street at the time of hardship...