Two Palestinians, cousins brought up in a Lebanon refugee camp, lounge on a skate park bench. They’ve washed up in Athens, en route, they hope, to Germany. They watch a boy trying to grab an orange from a branch. He’s neatly dressed, and one of the skaters smiles as he says the kid looks like he’s just arrived. He speaks Arabic, and they learn he’s from Gaza. The cousins have no documents, no work. To distract a woman, one stages falling off his skateboard while the other grabs her bag. They get €5 ($5).
It’s ugly, but they're surviving and stashing away money. Sharp-eyed Chatila is the schemer determined to find a better life for his wife and two-year-old still in the Lebanon camp, which he calls a ‘prison, like Gaza’. Reda, his cousin who has a drug problem, is distressed by their thieving and hustling to fund fake passports.
