ACT 3: EXODUS
Film photography on fine art paper, original text on wall (narration)
IT WAS MAJED’S FIRST TIME RIDING A SCHOOL BUS.
MOVING THE FAMILY DRIVER WAS NOT A FEASIBLE OPTION.
THE SUMMER HOME IN CHELSEA WAS NOW THE FAMILY’S PERMANENT PLACE OF RESIDENCE.
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MAJED SAT BY THE WINDOW, SEEKING REFUGE IN HIS NOISE-CANCELLING HEADPHONES.
HE OBSERVES AN OLDER BOY APPROACHING HIM.
HIS INSTINCTS REVERT TO HIS FATHER’S TRAINING.
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“I’m not a refugee, my family owns property in Kensington!”
“TURN IT DOWN. YOUR HEADPHONES AREN’T CONNECTED”
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MAJED FUMBLES HIS PHONE THEN STARES AT HIS SHOES.
HE DIRECTS HIS ANGER TOWARDS HIS FATHER.
HE WAS NOT THE FIRST TO DO SO.
MOVING THE FAMILY DRIVER WAS NOT A FEASIBLE OPTION.
THE SUMMER HOME IN CHELSEA WAS NOW THE FAMILY’S PERMANENT PLACE OF RESIDENCE.
--
MAJED SAT BY THE WINDOW, SEEKING REFUGE IN HIS NOISE-CANCELLING HEADPHONES.
HE OBSERVES AN OLDER BOY APPROACHING HIM.
HIS INSTINCTS REVERT TO HIS FATHER’S TRAINING.
--
“I’m not a refugee, my family owns property in Kensington!”
“TURN IT DOWN. YOUR HEADPHONES AREN’T CONNECTED”
--
MAJED FUMBLES HIS PHONE THEN STARES AT HIS SHOES.
HE DIRECTS HIS ANGER TOWARDS HIS FATHER.
HE WAS NOT THE FIRST TO DO SO.