The Invisible is a brief trek through Haiti a month after the catastrophe of January 12, 2010. Via songs and instants of day-to-day life in the city and in the camps, we discover a talented people that want, and deserve, to be reborn. It is a lesson to us all from those who have lost it all, but still keep on fighting. It is the voice of those who demand justice, all the while surrounded by life and death.

The Invisible is a brief trek through Haiti a month after the catastrophe of January 12, 2010. Via songs and instants of day-to-day life in the city and in the camps, we discover a talented people that want, and deserve, to be reborn. It is a lesson to us all from those who have lost it all, but still keep on fighting. It is the voice of those who demand justice, all the while surrounded by life and death.

The Invisible is a brief trek through Haiti a month after the catastrophe of January 12, 2010. Via songs and instants of day-to-day life in the city and in the camps, we discover a talented people that want, and deserve, to be reborn. It is a lesson to us all from those who have lost it all, but still keep on fighting. It is the voice of those who demand justice, all the while surrounded by life and death.

Several characters meet in the underworld

Several characters meet in the underworld

The memory of the body and the underground labyrinth

The memory of the body and the underground labyrinth

short Costa Rica drama

Iraqi theater director Mohsen Sadoon Yasin has spent much of his life in involuntary exile. His daughter, Ishtar Yasin Gutiérrez, has constructed a loving film portrait of her father, and an elegy for a homeland to which they can never return—partly because it has changed so much, and partly because it was perhaps always more a concept than a reality.

Iraqi theater director Mohsen Sadoon Yasin has spent much of his life in involuntary exile. His daughter, Ishtar Yasin Gutiérrez, has constructed a loving film portrait of her father, and an elegy for a homeland to which they can never return—partly because it has changed so much, and partly because it was perhaps always more a concept than a reality.