Like Yosef K, in Kafka's story "The Trial" that woke up one morning and discovered that he is accused, without knowing why, Wisam, the main character of my film, also discovers one day that the authorities accuse him of faking his life.

Wisam is a resident of East Jerusalem. He applies for Israeli citizenship for himself and his family, but his request got denied, with the claim that the life that he presented to the inspectors of the interior affairs office is fake, and therefore he fails to prove that his “center of life” is in Jerusalem.

Wissam embarks on a long legal battle to prove that his life is indeed real. He will appeal to the district court and then to the Supreme Court. The film will follow the protocols of the trial, protocols that break Wissam's life down to their smallest details, and declare that there is no logic or truth in them. And against the protocols, the film will also follow the routine of Wisam, his wife, his two daughters and his brother, and through the soft intimacy of their days will ask the question, which the state allows itself to ask with such cruelty - is this a life that can be liven.

I have been living in Jerusalem, in the western part, for the last 15 years. And when you are living in the west part, it is easy to forget. To forget the abrupt and surreal reality that rules the east part of the city. And through Wisam's story, I wish to give a glipse into this local painful conflict, but my hope is also to raise more universal questions, about whether there is such a thing as a "decent life", what are the atoms of which our everyday life is made of, and how will we, the viewers feel, in this uncomfortable invasive, and maybe also seductive role in which my film, and maybe every documentary film, puts us, to examine the very core of the life that is presented to us, and to be in a place where it is our privilege to decide whether we believe it or not?