PARISTAN

 Rasoul (57) arrives to Stockholm from India to work for Mr Singh, a wealthy businessman. He is to take over the food delivery job from his son Badawi (19), who’s gone missing. Thrown into a hectic life in the foreign city, Rasoul rushes from adress to adress with the delivery moped, at the same time trying to find his son. Poor and alone in a life on the margin, Rasoul finds more questions than answers. While he feels more and more lost in an alternate reality where good is evil and up is down, he takes comfort in the poems he writes in short moments of peace. These help him find a perspective and a way forward. What country is this that has devoured his son like a black hole a star? Who are these foreign people, too blind in their daily strife to see The Other, the men and women who’s came from afar to serve them? Not until Rasoul meets Maja (16), he realises that the children of the West too sometimes fall between the cracks. Also Maja is one of the invisible. But he sees her, her addiction, her vulnerability and her homelessness in the middle of one of the world’s richest cities. A child gone astray, just like his own son. As Rasoul reaches out to her, he finds out that their destinies already were connected. And in the middle of the weave … is Mr. Singh. All the threads lead to the same direction, and that place is ugly.

*PARISTAN? In Central and South Asia the word Paristan means Fairyland. An enchanted place up high in the mountains with rich and beautiful—but untrustworthy— natives. Sometimes human children wander off and are attracted there by music and many temptations. Their fates mostly remain unclear.”