Jag skiner inte utan er mina bröder

Over the course of a year, Yahya loses three brothers. In a hut he can live out his fantasies and meet them again. He can speak with them, touch them, capture them, miss them, carry them, and be carried. With a dreamy and loving language, Alexander Abdallah poetically narrates about fatal shootings and male norms. (Göteborg Film Festival)