Somalia. A policewoman is sitting in her parked car. After a while, she gets out, puts on her service cap and enters the prison. There, decisive hours have dawned for young Farah. An organizational machinery begins to run around him. Farah will be examined by a doctor, instructed by the bailiff, and cared for by an imam. He waits for his parents to visit.
“How are you,“ is the question Farah asks everyone that day. “Fine,“ is his short answer, always the same. Only when the policewoman takes Farah out of town the next morning does the unspeakable become a painful reality.