After the end credits of Gianfranco Rosi’s new film Notturno appeared on the screen, the blog post I had mentally written throughout the duration of the film blew into pieces. The post disintegrated about an hour into the film when I saw children trying to cope with the horrors they had seen by drawing their memories and feelings. It disintegrated when a young boy, stuttering, said that the picture he drew shows the time “when ISIS started exterminating us.” It disintegrated when another child, a girl, says: “The night scares me so much”, before yet another . . .