Iran, 1988. Thousands of political prisoners, locked up since the aftermath of the 1979 revolution, are massacred. The last revolutionaries opposed to Khomeini are liquidated in secrecy. Among them is Fatemeh Zarei, my mother.
While the Iranian state still denies its crimes and tries to erase their traces, this film goes in search of the places, objects and gestures that will allow us to unravel the silence, when personal experience is the only thing that can bear witness to politics.
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