Sabri loves to draw. She draws wherever she can. On the floor of the hut with rough chalk or with her one and only pencil on paper from old notebooks. She draws her world the sun coming up from behind the hills, her Ayti and Baba and little Chakuli crawling, the chicken, the goats... Then one day in school she sees long colour pencils and paint that comes out of bottles. After that it isn't enough for her to draw she longs to fill the pictures with colour.