THE MOUNTAINS REMEMBER

THE MOUNTAINS REMEMBER

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One family. Four borders. Generations of memories. From a Kurdish village in the mountains, one family's story passes from generation to generation as borders divide their homeland between different states. Through war, displacement, loss, resistance, love, and hope, an old key survives in the hands of their descendants-carrying the memory of a home the mountains never forgot.
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