The story of a group of "Why Home", their lives are as fragile as paper, they will rot in the corner when wet by wind and rain, but they can also write touching stories on paper, live positively, and redeem their childhood.
Muhammad, the leader of the waste recycling station in the impoverished old neighbourhood of Istanbul, and a group of people who are in similar circumstances, coexisted in a huddled way to keep warm, dragging a cart to find cardboard, plastic and wine bottles, and happily sucking three. One part of the cigar, celebrating each other's birthdays that may not exist. He is not only a leading existence, but also a kind and positive existence. He goes out in the morning to greet and talk with neighbors, give children change, and remind him to realize his wish with Gonzal.
The transformation of the story began in the woven bag brought back by Gonza. The appearance of the child Ali was the beginning of the fantasy. From then on, Muhammad confused reality and ideals. He began with the childhood imagination that existed in his mind. Looking for, buying clothes, learning to swim, and doing carts are all reflections of my sorrowful childhood. Gonza and Tahsin's efforts to dissuade them did not help, and it seemed that the police station could not solve Ali's domestic violence problem.
Muhammad's puzzling emotional action provided enough support for the ending to reveal the truth. A disagreeable fight was a counterattack against childhood. Ali's tearing of the photo was the last moment of reality. I saved money for medical treatment and wanted to take Ali away. When he returned to the place in his memory, everything was in the dark. Muhammad changed back to Ali, returned to the real world, and saw his ethereal mother.
I am also moved by Gonza’s shoes and birthday cakes. Even if they can only survive through what others have abandoned, they can still build a world of their own. The boy’s same wish every year is a lifelong pursuit, even if it’s death. In exchange for the mother's meeting, everyone was silent for a moment and thought of themselves and the unfortunate native family, but life is not only sad. The sunset drags the trailer and runs briskly, and one-third of the cigars also bring the color of life.
He just wanted to reunite his abandoned childhood with his mother. Muhammad Ali was a child who grew up on the street. He didn't have a mother to cover him with a quilt. He was alone, just like us.
Ali promised to find his mother soon, and he did go, with the torn photos and his childhood self.
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