I loved this book. Normally I don't get emotional with a little picture book, but with this one there is a moment where I did.
The book follows Idris who is a boy in a refugee camp, the refugee camp being painted beautifully by the words. In fact the words used in the story are great throughout, with poetic licence used to make up some words, e.g. gentlied, softlied, to make the story stand out.
Everyone in the camp is sad and alone. Wisps fall from the night sky but only Idris seems to notice them, and each time he finds one they go off and find someone in the camp and remind that person of a happy moment past when they were not a refugee but a normal person. Then a Wisp comes that is meant for Idris. And he sits and waits to see his memory but nothing happens. "Idris had lived his whole life in this small, small world. There was nothing to remember." But when the Wisp turns into something else the book becomes emotional, and there is a happy ending.
The art of the book is great. On a flick through it looks very dark but that is deliberate. The refugee camp is dark but the memories are brighter and the ending is also brighter and lighter. There is also good artwork demonstrating the refugee's memories of days past, e.g. an old refugee with bent back and a walking stick gazes up at his younger self on a boat on the sea.
It is true that the message is political and may pass young children by, but it gives you a chance to engage on a subject that you wouldn't normally engage on with your child, and it is a good read for an adult. I loved it.