celluloid.

The movie takes us on a short trip inside the world of Microbus drivers of Cairo ..and we see what they face through the day with their cigarettes .. their songs, and their dreams.

An intimate 'poetic' that goes back to the roots of a filmmaker's identity and the quest and drawbacks associated with it.

I’m trying to find an answer, a way to make sense of it, but always in vain. I didn’t make this to shame you, or to laugh, or to point fingers — only to understand you. With every glimmer of hope, we fall right back to the beginning. Maybe this is really the reality we both have to accept?

a poetic glimpse into an inevitable faith waiting to eventually become everyone’s fear