‘Around 1936, a rumour spread in Jerusalem’s old city, which kept inhabitants indoors while a ghost took hold of the city, wandering its dark streets and alleys at night.

80 years later, in the neighbourhood where that myth unfolded, a woman is trying to retrieve possessions that belonged to her family. Planning happens at night in her waking hours. Also in the dark and underneath the city, far from anyone’s eyes, a community of Palestinian workers employed in the construction of a one-of-a-kind Israeli underground burial site, are disputing work organisation and allegiances to the different project managers involved.

In a place where myth assigns the ephemeral to weight of fat, the object of the dead body becomes a tool for speculating on property.’

— Shadi Habib Allah