In a village, near the Turkey- Syrian border, there lives a girl called Gülçin, named after flowers. While loving her hometown that is right next to an area with landmines, Gülçin tries to fi gure out the meaning of the concept border. In this beautiful piece of land Gülçin learns the borders are not drawn by only the pieces of nature such as rivers, mountains, bushes or distances but at the same time they are defi ned by walls and what is hidden underneath the ground. Gülçin tells us her story without her legs, lost to landmines, but with her own style woven on a carpet in her own loom.