Libya, 1979.
And then one day Suleiman sees his father across the square of a busy marketplace, his face wrapped in a pair of dark sung.
But his nights have come to revolve around his mother\'s increasingly disturbing bedside stories full of old family bitterness.
Nine-year-old Suleiman\'s days are circumscribed by the narrow rituals of childhood: outings to the ruins surrounding Tripoli, games with friends played under the burning sun, exotic gifts from his father\'s constant business trips abroad.
Libya, 1979