The Wind Will Carry You, Abbas Kiarostami


The Wind Will Carry You, Abbas Kiarostami

Illustration: Namaah/ Arré


n the opening scene of Where is the Friend’s Home?, an early feature film of Iranian director Abbas Kiarostami, a schoolboy named Nematzadeh is brought to tears by his teacher. Nematzadeh has forgotten to do his homework in his notebook – a repeat offence. The teacher berates him, and rips up his loose-leaf work.

Watching Nematzadeh attempting to hide his tears and hearing the nasal squeal that accompanies a suppressed sob was a visceral experience. My face knew that hot sensation of shame well, but I had either forgotten, or compartmentalised it. You become obsessed with the process of memory when your own goes missing. My childhood memories are a short collection of images and anecdotes, shared and retold, their details coloured in by friends and family. When I relive these abstracted, constructed scenes, it’s an out-of-body experience – in fact, it’s often like replaying a film in my head. Where is the Friend’s Home? didn’t remind me of particular incidents from my own youth, but it revived the sensory and emotional experiences of childhood.