Theeb (2014) - An impression
Human is the centre - as a human being that interacts with the world - that simple, instinctive creature - it is represented by only small child, but big in meaning. Everything starts from nothing, that is how the story attracts us.
The desert is yellow, empty, contains nothing, as wide as the universe. Mountains are walls that protect humans, and maybe encircle them; walls.
Theeb is a name of its environment: bedouin, mountainous and bumpy. In somewhere, Theeb comes out from a well, hardly, from a womb of water and sand, from his mother, comes out to life and its challenges. When he is hungry, honey is food from nature. In life, death happens like a shock, so Theeb burries his brother, from sand to sand.
Theeb is a living creature - interacts with nature instinctively, of his first instinct, and social, that makes friends - another human, an animal, a tree, or even an insect, never minds. When he is thirsty, he drinks water impulsively - a nomad beduin that always travels. Travellers drinks and eats from a trough in some cases.
Fire, what a fire, you do not know - fear and safety.
In the world that we know, strangers are a must. They get in our lives. In Theeb's circumstances, he faces what he doesn't know, carfully. Fear is a strong motivator to war, as well as mistrust - untill he feels safe, and everything changes. Safe is a need. Fire is a prevention of cold and fear, except when it is fear itself. Fire is also a way to escape the world to get into ourselves. With your hand, you moves your fire of ideas over.
There, a bullet is foreign enemy. It is painful to take it out. You cauterize your wounds, some pains are necessary, perhaps a treat of fire is a similar fire. Now it is time to concentrate. Now, you swim in the smoke, you are vanishing, like a cigarete burnt with you quietly. You are humming, a song is your way of venting. Alone, you need a friend. Time passes - and makes a different kind of donkey; what a paradox! Night storms them both. They stops. One of them moves fire over as his glowing mind, discharges himself and tiredness of the day, breaks down and sleep.
Limp is a side effect of war.
When a guest comes, an unwanted one, or unimportant, life acts its nature, he feels strange and lonely. It is the power of silence - silence again - emptiness.
English version: 12/12/2018
