My Stolen Revolution

  • March 17, 2015 / 19:00
  • March 22, 2015 / 13:00

Director: Nahid Persson Sarvestani
Sweden, 2013, Blu-Ray, Color, 75’
Persian, Swedish, Turkish and English Subtitles

Nahid Persson Sarvestani who was a student and activist in 1979, when Iran’s dictatorial Shah regime went down, migrated to Sweden with her baby as Islamic regime gained power and started to oppress ex-allies, leftists. Thirty years later, after the protests against the goverment in 2009, with the feeling of guilt she has been suppressing for years, for leaving her brother behind, she meets five activist women who have undergone torture. The women break their psychological and physical blocks and share their prison experiences. Nahid Persson Sarvestani finds answers to her questions about the last days of her brother with their support…

Awards:
International Film Festival Rotterdam, Audience Choice Award, 2013
Tempo Doc Festival Stockholm, Documentary Mention Award, 2013
Noor Iraian Film Festival, Best Documentary Director, 2013

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