House Without Roof (Haus ohne Dach)

Come on. Hurry, hurry!

Get ready!

The power won't last.

My God, Alan. Sit down properly!

Leave him alone. He looks great. - Stop fooling around!

Come on kids, smile!

Why should they smile? Did somebody fart or something?

Brother, don't you have a photo flash? - Of course, I do.

Then just take the photos like that.

This is Radio Kurdistan-Iraq.

In the last few days, the regime of Saddam Hussein

has continuously bombed and destroyed more Kurdish villages.

Many people have already fallen victim to the regime's "Al-Anfal Campaign“

and thousands are fleeing.

Not even women, children or the elderly

were spared the brutality of the tyrannical military.

According to estimates, the number of people missing are far over a hundred thousand.

Mom?

What's the matter?

I'm just glad, my son.

Stop acting like a fool, Alan. Not now...

I'm happy to see you all here again. All of you...

You have been real friends and family to me.

You know...

It feels like a dream.

For so long it has just been a nightmare.

Finally he is gone.

I wish your father was still alive.

I wish, he was still alive and with us now.

So he could have witnessed this day.

Mom.

There is something I have to tell you...

Life with you was very beautiful.

I'm very happy to have met all of you.

I've arranged this party...

not only to have a good time together...

No.

I have arranged this party...

so we can say goodbye to each other.

Because we have decided to return to our homeland.

The decision is final.

We are going back.

What?

Who is we?

Did you know about this?

What the fuck, Jan?

Of course fat face here knew about it.

You knew?

Look, I wanted to tell you.

I would've told you.

Please excuse me.

My son, where are you going? - None of your business.

Why are you talking to me like that?

What's wrong with you? - Because you don't talk to me, Mom.

Can't you at least think about it, honey?

What do you even do here?

No work, nothing.

Come to Kurdistan with us...

You will have a better future waiting tor you.

A good job.

And Liya, your sister...

She can study something better there.

Why do you make decisions behind our back, Mom?

My son, it's time...

Time for what?

Alan, it's time.

My brothers and sisters are there.

My relatives.

Is it not my right?

We haven't seen them for years.

They don't give a shit about us.

All they do is butt in and cause problems.

My son...

That is their way of showing love.

That is their way of caring.

And then why were we alone when we buried our father?

Only the four of us carrying his body...

No one else helped!

Your brothers and sister pissed off.

Come on, we're leaving.

Hey, let's talk about it later. - About what, man?

About what?

You're never home... How could we have talked to you?

Shit, are we that unimportant that everyone knows, except us?

I just don't get it, man.

Instead of talking it through with us, you do what?

You act like Mom and Ferhad's little bitch?

What did he offer you, huh?

What?

A job? And a wife?

All inclusive, so you don't have to move your fat ass, huh?

You are seriously messed up, man.

Just take your Polish jail friend and fuck off.

I'm not even Polish.

Watch out how you talk to me, or I'll punch you in the fucking face.

Do you understand me, man? Do you understand me?

Do you know how embarrassing you are right now, you loser?

You mower...

Stop it!

Stop it!

You think you can hit me, man?

You think you can hit me?

You think you can hit me, man?

Stop it, shame on you! We have guests.

What is wrong with you? Always fighting like two cocks!

Just leave, Alan!

Get out, I can't stand you anymore.

You'll never amount to anything!

Get out!

Shit man, what the hell did you take?!

What I took? I took your sister, bitch!

Really hard!

Run, man!

Run, fat ass, run!

Jan, you old fatty! What's up?

Yeah, I hear you. What's up?

What about Mom, what about her?

What?

Yes?

What is this, Uncle?

I promised your mother...

to hand over this will to you...

before she is buried.

It would have been better, to give it to the three of you together...

but I have to go home now, to welcome the other guests.

The mullah is my witness, that I gave you the envelope untouched.

May the Lord have mercy on her soul. - Thank you.

The responsibility is yours now.

Your aunt is staying with you today.

I'll see you tomorrow at the funeral.

Good? - Yes.

Thank you for everything. - May she rest in peace.

Welcome, brother.

Just give me a minute and we'll be off.

So, where to? - Duhok.

Are you alone?

Yes.

Mashallah... Are you from around here?

Well, I'm not.

I'm from Northern Kurdistan...

I'm hiding from the Turkish military.

Don't want to join the service...

Oh, wait.

Sorry, you got a little dirt on you.

No one uses seatbelts here.

And women actually always sit in the back, you know?

I guess that's their place in this society.

And so when did you leave here?

Do you always ask your passengers so many questions?

Not really...

Only when they're beautiful.

Who's that singing?

Hey, you can talk.

I didn't know you could talk.

That's me.

I'm serious. Do I have a nice voice?

But be honest, ok?

Does that mean your passengers always have to listen to your songs?

Sure, why not?

Kurdistan is free, right?

So I have my rights too, right?

I'm talking to you, you just don't get it.

I argue with you, but it goes in one ear and out the other.

It's not my wish, it's my mother's.

Come my dears, you have to eat. - Thanks, Auntie.

You must be very hungry.

Any news from Liya?

Her phone is still turned off.

Don't worry.

She is Gule's daughter.

She will get along.

Well, my dears, I'll leave you alone.

Take your time eating, okay?

Do you think this is a game?

You can't just take Gule out of her coffin and run off.

And bury her 700 kilometers away at the other end of Kurdistan.

600 kilometers.

Jan, please stop.

Stop running away.

You have to tell your brother and sister.

And then talk it out with your uncle.

I can't.

Why not?

It's not the secret that's bad...

But the fact, that you've kept it to yourselves for so long.

You and Gule should have told them.

How could you keep it from Alan and Liya to this day?

You have no idea.

Your father wasn't a traitor.

Your father didn't hide like a coward.

And shame you all.

At least he made a decision.

But you can't even do that.

What are you doing here?

You look like shit.

So do you.

Just take me to a hotel.

I don't want to spend any time with the family before the funeral.

You won't need a hotel.

We might continue driving tonight.