Mark and David are best friends, photo journalists going from war to war. In the spring of 1988, they're in Kurdistan, at an isolated mountain clinic, waiting for an offensive. David's had enough - he wants to go home to Dublin to his pregnant wife. He leaves, with Mark promising to follow in a few days. A week or so later, Mark's home after being wounded, but David's not been heard from. Mark's slow recovery and uncharacteristic behavior alarm his girlfriend, Elena, who asks her grandfather, a Spanish psychologist, to come to Dublin to help. Are there things the carefree and detached journalist is bottling up? Is he a casualty of war?
Did You Know?
Beautiful place isn't it? This place is beautiful. You know, in my lifetime alone we had eight wars. Two with the Turks, three with the Iranians, and three with the Iraqis. And if I go back to when my father was alive, or my father's father, each time we've been beaten. That's what we Kurds do best, get beaten.
So why do you stay?
Where am I to go, Mr. Walsh?