在坑坑洼洼的路边，一小队妇女正在向村庄里的墓地前行。她们走得很郑重，好像正在参加什么仪式。走在最前面的分别是塔克拉、艾美尔、伊冯娜、艾法芙和赛德。她们捧着自己心爱的男人的照片，行走在正午的烈日下。照片上的这些男人都在毫无意义的战争中一命呜呼，只留下自己的家眷在国内辛苦地生活。一些妇女带着面纱，一些人则背着木质的十字架。…

Do we truly know one another? Every one of us has three lives: a public, a private and secret one. What we once stored in our memories is now being stored in our phones - what happens when these are made public?

　　在坑坑洼洼的路边，一小队妇女正在向村庄里的墓地前行。她们走得很郑重，好像正在参加什么仪式。走在最前面的分别是塔克拉、艾美尔、伊冯娜、艾法芙和赛德。她们捧着自己心爱的男人的照片，行走在正午的烈日下。照片上的这些男人都在毫无意义的战争中一命呜呼，只留下自己的家眷在国内辛苦地生活。一些妇女带着面纱，一些人则背着木质的十字…

　　Do we truly know one another? Every one of us has three lives: a public, a private and secret one. What we once stored in our memories is now being stored in our phones - what happens when these are made public?