Beneath the rooftops of Paris… The song is no longer the same. Beneath the rooftops of Paris today, it’s sweltering... Above all, when one is very old, or very poor … Dying slowly in servants’ quarters, little by little. But embracing too…. Even now. Hiner Saleem, is a Kurd who casts his eye - poetic, tender and scathing - over our comfortable West. For him, even misery and death feed the desire to live.