Here you are, smart man.

I just watched the first series...
and sad. and weak. ...
And most importantly - during viewing did not leave the obsessive feeling that all this was shot by some external observers, with our legendary 90s acquaintances listening.
I looked at both directors’ interviews.
Here is the guess!
Both are born in 1983.
In 1995, they were both 12 years old. They were small at the time, barely walking under the table.
Well, what can people who have not lived this life get about the sense of the world of the 90s?

I will not argue about the series. But your mother! I was 7 in the 95's - and this is not an indicator! It was very felt when the mother-in-law - not once Alkashi - took everything out of the house, so that we and my sister did not bend. When at every step they try to take the last - and they even succeed. When you don’t go to school for a few days, because you don’t have the strength to get up. When a crowd of gopars runs through the street at night from one person, but this one has a gun in his hand. When you go out of the entrance in the morning, and in the basement (where it is warmer) a crowd of spectators - your peers. When, finally, every week, the ambulance with the blessing of mints brought out of the house another hanging / poisoned / opened neighbor, who all lost due to the machinery of the ruby. All of us, fucking, felt it. And fear for various reasons, and poverty, and humiliation, and a lot more.