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.