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In April 2015, a ship carrying 800 refugees sank off the coast of Libya, marking another circle on the tragedy calendar of our times. The victims are nameless, faceless figures that slip into oblivion, bearing only numbers, as if objects on a shelf. Remains of clothes, soaked banknotes, worn-out photos, personal items, are all that is left of them, an array of macabre remnants of existence. A heartfelt and investigative documentary that casts a shocking glance at the lurid aspects of humanitarian work, lauding the noble quest of a few tireless researchers to discover the victims’ stories and names: a low-key hymn to the value of human life.