Die middag

Roya, a refugee from Iran in the Netherlands, is on the verge of being sent back to her country. In desperation she turns to a woman she heard helps refugees. But her door is closed. Behind it a man, with his own desperation to deal with. A poetic meditation about being a refugee in the Netherlands, and about hope carrying you on your flight. 
 
Roya is a rejected asylum-seeker from Iran. To avoid being sent back to a life-threatening future in Iran, she turns to Nassim, a woman she heard helps refugees. But at Nassim’s address, the door is closed. Behind it is a man, also from Iran, who claims to be Nassim’s brother. The door stays closed. But a conversation begins... 
 
‘I’m locked up,’ the man tells Roya. Slowly, Roya finds out what he means, just as he starts to learn more about her. What begins as a conversation about the beauty and difficulties of the Dutch language, turns into a poetic verbal game of attracting and pushing away. They talk about dreams, about freedom, and about memories too painful to deal with. Can they be each other’s last hope?