In the course of a year, Yahya loses three brothers. To survive the sorrow he has built a hut in the forest. There he can live out his fantasies and meet them again. Yahya gets one last chance to talk to them, touch them, capture them, carry them and be carried by them.
Alexander has made a film about the lingo in the concrete suburb where he grew up. Unhealed wounds are torn open and the film creates a conflict among formerly tight childhood friends. We Were Kids is a poetically throbbing emotional discharge about concrete suburbs, macho culture, and words that kill.
