““SINCE THE END OF THE SECOND WAR, I HAVE OFTEN DREAMED OF OUR OWN HOME.””
For thirty years now, a dilapidated house has been providing essential asylum to war refugees from Nagorno-Karabakh. Three generations, including the children and grandchildren of people made to leave their homes, struggle to scratch an existence on the outskirts of Baku. They are faced with common problems: loss of home, outrooting, sadness and illnesses.
Tunes of Sanatorium
““SINCE THE END OF THE SECOND WAR, I HAVE OFTEN DREAMED OF OUR OWN HOME.””
Overview
For thirty years now, a dilapidated house has been providing essential asylum to war refugees from Nagorno-Karabakh. Three generations, including the children and grandchildren of people made to leave their homes, struggle to scratch an existence on the outskirts of Baku. They are faced with common problems: loss of home, outrooting, sadness and illnesses.