I remember how we rejoiced when a television was brought into our house, in almost the same years, when I was also around the age of Kahraman (the little boy in the movie) and we were living in a ghetto as poor as the one in the movie. One of those years I lost my elder sister in a traffic accident, who was going to primary school in a neighborhood on the opposite side of the highway, because there was no school in our newly "built" slum. I wasn't aware of the severeness of the tragedy because of my age but my "dear mother" suffered from that incident all her life. Thereby I witness the movie is so real, besides being one of the best drama movies of the movie industry - FYI, I don't only mean among the Turkish films.
Review of My Dear Brother
