Teenage strife is the same no matter where you grow up, and Sami, Joe and I digs deep into three such lives that have more than their faire share. While trio of young women have grown up in the same town, they have a diverse family life each with their own set of troubles.

Set in Belgrade/Yugoslavia in ’93, Marijana dedicates her day, her life, to her family. Today she’s making sure everything is ready for her daughter Minja’s birthday: fixing the food, inviting the kids, opening her home to family and friends all the while quietly holding a lingering sadness brought on by age, a dwindling sex life and tensions throughout her country. The party begins and we’re split off into two worlds, one where the kiddos celebrate through the veneer of a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme while the adults talk about politics, sexual freedoms, new and old loves, and everything in between.

Kenza is a headstrong, whip-smart young girl living on the island of Curaçao where, like any indigenous peoples lorded over by a colonial nation, is pulled in two directions. Her father, Ouira, wants to fit into the Dutch culture that has taken over the island, but her grandfather Weljo is steadfastly holding to their tribal traditions. Kenza feels pulled toward the mysticism and wonder of those traditions, especially the call of the dead after losing her mother at a very early age. Loss of land and culture is a constant undercurrent throughout the film, there’s a growing feeling of heartbreak in all three generations and in the end they find each other again through the love of family.