A young man wakes up his brother. Someone works in the garden. A few boys do sports together. A photographer takes pictures of a demonstration. And if the young man wasn’t responsible for his brother because their parents are dead, if there were no shots ringing out while the man is gardening, if we didn’t see explosions behind the athletes and if the photographer was not in a wheelchair because both his legs were amputated, one might almost take this for normality. All of this takes place in Gaza, which looks like a twilight world. A world in which there are supermarkets crammed with goods, but also masses of missile fragments on the beach. The film portrays the people in Gaza and how they adapt to impossible living conditions, the inconsistencies of this region and the calm in the eye of the storm.