Marie-Rose Osta

안개가 피어오르고, 거센 바람이 휘몰아치고, 숲이 어두워진다. 두 남자가 나무를 뽑아 시체처럼 끌고 간다. 레바논의 산악지대 숲에서 자연의 힘과 마을 사람들이 서로 말없이 지켜오던 약속이 깨지고, 전설로만 전해오던 복수가 이제 시작될 것이다.

Boushra, one of the potato-picking girls, returns from a long day of work in the field only to learn that today her childhood will come to an end.

Embracing the moment when a lifechanging decision is made. Pouring of feelings that bring all your demons to the surface, and never leave you till you gather all your senses and take the leap. Tailpiece, is the part a writer adds to the end of a story... the part you add to an end of a life cycle.

Embracing the moment when a lifechanging decision is made. Pouring of feelings that bring all your demons to the surface, and never leave you till you gather all your senses and take the leap. Tailpiece, is the part a writer adds to the end of a story... the part you add to an end of a life cycle.

Embracing the moment when a lifechanging decision is made. Pouring of feelings that bring all your demons to the surface, and never leave you till you gather all your senses and take the leap. Tailpiece, is the part a writer adds to the end of a story... the part you add to an end of a life cycle.

A man riding his motorcycle in the streets of Beirut, is tailed by a dozen of other motorcycles. Afraid, he escapes the gang and locks himself in his apartment. A young women dressed in a fancy black outfit, holding a wooden box in her hands is at his door. Without exchanging words, she handles him the box. Inside the box is an 8mm camera, enrolled in a purple velvet tissue. After looking at it closely, and holding it like if he is holding a gun, he puts it back on the table next to his real gun. He hears the roar of motorcycles under his building. He cannot hide anymore. Rushed, he takes the 8mm camera instead of the gun and goes down to meet the gangsters... That 8mm camera will save his life...

A man riding his motorcycle in the streets of Beirut, is tailed by a dozen of other motorcycles. Afraid, he escapes the gang and locks himself in his apartment. A young women dressed in a fancy black outfit, holding a wooden box in her hands is at his door. Without exchanging words, she handles him the box. Inside the box is an 8mm camera, enrolled in a purple velvet tissue. After looking at it closely, and holding it like if he is holding a gun, he puts it back on the table next to his real gun. He hears the roar of motorcycles under his building. He cannot hide anymore. Rushed, he takes the 8mm camera instead of the gun and goes down to meet the gangsters... That 8mm camera will save his life...

A man riding his motorcycle in the streets of Beirut, is tailed by a dozen of other motorcycles. Afraid, he escapes the gang and locks himself in his apartment. A young women dressed in a fancy black outfit, holding a wooden box in her hands is at his door. Without exchanging words, she handles him the box. Inside the box is an 8mm camera, enrolled in a purple velvet tissue. After looking at it closely, and holding it like if he is holding a gun, he puts it back on the table next to his real gun. He hears the roar of motorcycles under his building. He cannot hide anymore. Rushed, he takes the 8mm camera instead of the gun and goes down to meet the gangsters... That 8mm camera will save his life...

A man riding his motorcycle in the streets of Beirut, is tailed by a dozen of other motorcycles. Afraid, he escapes the gang and locks himself in his apartment. A young women dressed in a fancy black outfit, holding a wooden box in her hands is at his door. Without exchanging words, she handles him the box. Inside the box is an 8mm camera, enrolled in a purple velvet tissue. After looking at it closely, and holding it like if he is holding a gun, he puts it back on the table next to his real gun. He hears the roar of motorcycles under his building. He cannot hide anymore. Rushed, he takes the 8mm camera instead of the gun and goes down to meet the gangsters... That 8mm camera will save his life...

In the midst of a boiling Middle East, while the Lebanese borders are under constant terrorist attacks, a Beiruti couple is battling their midnight anxiety.

In the midst of a boiling Middle East, while the Lebanese borders are under constant terrorist attacks, a Beiruti couple is battling their midnight anxiety.

In the midst of a boiling Middle East, while the Lebanese borders are under constant terrorist attacks, a Beiruti couple is battling their midnight anxiety.

In the midst of a boiling Middle East, while the Lebanese borders are under constant terrorist attacks, a Beiruti couple is battling their midnight anxiety.